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Just cus I walk with confidence does not mean i strut
Just cus i wear the clothes that i want does not mean i'm a slut
Just cus i refuse to listen does not mean i don't hear
Just cus i will fight back does not mean i've had a beer
Just cus i love to flirt does not means its my job
Just cus i hold my head up high does not mean i'm a snob
Just cus i look you in the eye does not mean i'm a threat
But don't you dare try to push me there cus its something you'll regret...
- ME of course
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Submitted by Sinetos, 2/20/2003 5:35:04 AM
Submitted by fruit_loops23, 7/19/2006 11:19:57 AM
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Who cares if a solder dies?
Take a man and put him alone,
Put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sand, in mud.
This is the life I have to live,
This the soul to God I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer,
While young men are dying over here.
Play your poilitics and have your fun,
Then refuse to use a gun.
There's nothing else for you to do,
Then I'm supposed to die for you?
There is one thing that you should know;
And that's where I think you should go!
I'm already here and it's too late.
I've traded all my love for all this hate.
I'll hate you till the day I die.
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and his blood shed,
Then I heard them say, "This one's dead".
It was a large price for him to pay,
To let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
To keep the freedom you live by.
By his dying, your life he buys,
But who cares if a soldier dies!
- Rachel
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Submitted by slimwiseman, 7/22/2010 1:14:43 PM
Submitted by kAtZaL, 8/8/2003 5:37:30 AM
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Have you never stood on a mountain top
And dreamed about flying away
Were you never afraid your heart might stop
Before the end of the day
Have you never smiled brightly
For no particular reason
Have you never – if only slightly –
Just enjoyed the season
Have you never stayed outside
Even though you were shaking
Have you never been up all night
Because your heart was breaking
Have you never loved someone
Who didn’t love you in return
Have you never thought you won
Even though it wasn’t your turn
Have you never seen
A sunset at the beach
Have you always been
What your parents preach
Have you never in a lonely night
Hopelessly shed your tears
Have you never turned on the light
To chase away your fears
Have you never waited
For something you knew wouldn’t come
Have you never hated
Yourself for being alone
Have you never gone out in the rain
Despite thunder and lightning
Have you never drowned in your pain
Even though it was frightening
Have you never walked on ice
Playing with the thought to fall
Have you never needed advice
And yet you rejected all
Have you never seen a cloud
With light cutting through like a knife
Have you never thought about
Escaping from your life
Have you never ever before
Wished that love was true
Did you never want to be more
Than was expected of you
I was just wondering, though
Cause I did all of that, you see
And I would really like to know
How much you are like me
- me
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Submitted by soccersweetheart247, 4/21/2006 10:10:25 PM
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I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease..
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
- some1?
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Submitted by KarenPletch, 8/11/2005 9:05:14 AM
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