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| THE LAST RIDE
by redd0g at 5/27/2008 8:51:03 AM
BORN TO THIS WORLD WITHOUT A CLUE, TO HOW CRULE AN FULL OF HATE IT HAD BECOME. WITHOUT A CHILDHOOD TO SPEAK OF, OR ONE TO REMEMBER...
DRAFTED TO THE WAR JUST OUT OF SCHOOL, TO GET THE CHANCE TO FIGHT FOR MY COUNTRY, OR SO I THOUGHT. SCARED OUT OF MY HEAD MANY TIMES, I LOOKED FOR SOMETHING TO EASY THE PAIN OF KILLING WOMEN AN CHILDREN, FIGHTING FOR MY COUNTRY. WELL WHEN THE SMOKE CLEARED AN IT WAS ALL OVER. THEY DIDN'T EVEN CALL IT A WAR. SO ON MAY WAY HOME SEEING ALL MY PEOPLE BEATIN, MAIMED, AN DEAD, WHAT WAS IT ALL FOR, IS THE ONLY THING THAT WHISPERED THROUGH AND ECOED IN A HALF EMPTY AN SCRAMBLED HEAD. WAITING TO COME HOME A GRAND GREETING, BUT ONLY TO BE CRUSHED WHEN THE SNEARING AN HATERED WAS MY ONLY HOME COMEING.
BUT AS MAN CAN ONLY DO, I HELD MY HEAD UP HIGH, AN WALKED AWAY, WISHING I COULD JUST WALK AWAY FROM THIS COUNTRY, I JUST FOUGHT FOR, AN MANY LOST THEIR LIVES FOR.
TIME GOES ON, I FOUND A PIECE OF AMERICA I LIKED, A STEEL HORSE, ONE THAT GAVE ME THE KIND OF HELP I NEEDED, SOMETHING DOCTORS COULD NOT DO FOR ME.
SUN IN MY FACE, THE WIND IN MY HAIR, AN THE EXCELLENT SOUND OF A WELL TUNED INSTRUMENT IN MY HEAD, AN THERE WAS ALSO THE FEEL OF POWER, THAT HELPED MY FEELINGS ABOUT MY HOME LAND. THIS IS ALL GOOD, FOR THIS WELL TUNED INSTRUMENT EASED MY MIND WITHOUT ANY OTHER HELP.
NOW AT THIS TIME, I FOUND A WOMAN, IT DID NOT WORKOUT. I'M NOT SURE IF IT WAS HER OR I, BUT LIFE GOES ON. UNTILL I FOUND ANOTHER, THIS ONE WAS DIFFERENT, SHE UNDERSTOOD ME, AN THE PAIN I WENT THROUGH. AND WITH HER UNCONDISTIONAL LOVE I STARTED FEELING BETTER ABOUT LIFE, AN SHE HEELED MOST OF WHAT MY COUNTRY DONE TO ME.
NOW HERE I LAY, TAKING MY LAST BREATH ON LIFE, WHAT IS THIS LIFE FOR, TRIAL AN ERROR, WHO CAN SURVIVE AND WHO CAN'T.
LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME, FOR WHAT MY COUNTRY HAD ME TO DO, AND THINGS IN MY PAST OF MY OWN DOINGS.
PLEASE LORD , LET ME, ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN, RIDE THE STEEL HORSE ONE LAST TIME, TO THE GATES AN EXCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM.
P.S. LIVE AN LET LIVE! RIDE TO LIVE OR LIVE TO RIDE?
DEDICATED TO DENNIS INGWALL , SO LONG BRO...
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