His once bright eyes now milky pale, the wind has lost its will to sail
So gather round all soldiers dear, for these last words we long to hear
I love you children, you have to know, lament no more, for I need to go.
Make good the powder, fear not the day. The darkest pitch will lead the way. The horses hooves sound thunder roar. The passing of the day runs fore. With steely glance and sword held tight, with flashing blade in grabs of white We see the general stand above, his soldiers with their hearts they love.…
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
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