No Return Address
The cobblestone crushed cold under my feet
The aroma of gin and fire leads me on
A still slice of life
A still image of plight
The mane that shallows my face
Would put a barber to the pace
Who’s revenge am I?
No return address
No street for these tired feet
Just an ally where I clear my throat
And the bloody memory still stains my coat
A soldiers story
A soldiers glory
Discharged in honor
Hobbled in life
I lost my arm
I lost my wife
A Veterans revenge
That’s who I am
The aroma of gin and fire leads me on
A still slice of life
A still image of plight
The mane that shallows my face
Would put a barber to the pace
Who’s revenge am I?
No return address
No street for these tired feet
Just an ally where I clear my throat
And the bloody memory still stains my coat
A soldiers story
A soldiers glory
Discharged in honor
Hobbled in life
I lost my arm
I lost my wife
A Veterans revenge
That’s who I am
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