If only it was easier to show you where I’ve beenWe’d stop this whole deceptive world of things you’ve never seen.A mound of dirt beside the road where danger bides it’s time.A sharp intake of breathe as you take fire from the grime.The desert sun, the rampant heat cast heavy on your backThe rounds fly…
If only it was easier to show you where I’ve been We’d stop this whole deceptive world of things you’ve never seen.
A mound of dirt beside the road where danger bides it’s time. A sharp intake of breathe as you take fire from the grime.
The desert sun, the rampant heat cast heavy on your back The rounds fly swiftly overhead, your enemy attack.
All thoughts of combat flee you head as panic grips your men. These afghan soldiers flee the scene, showing cowardice again.
Your life is theirs to take or leave. Not one of them look back. You close your eyes and start to pray. You hear their bullets crack.
The sound of angels fill the sky, their screaming trumpets blast. That gunfire that surrounded you is fading out so fast.
When dust obscures your field of view and winds blow fears away. You watch the gunship touching down. You live another day.
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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