lately i has been wonder what i am doing, i dont even remember why i am doing it.
i feel my believe is dying in my case, but i keep marching on with locked fist, because i hope to get home soon.
the enemy's i has been fighting is humans like me, but i don't know why i have to fight, but i hope i get home soon.
i got the soldier's eyes, and he's soul mind and body, i has even been in the devil's dreams, where my brother's die.
where the graveyard's open there arms to take them to the night and never let them go, so they never go to valhalla.
for our mother's lefts to cry, because they have see us bleed, and they hate what we are doing, but they know why.
i don't know why i keep going on, why i has to fight every day, but like other fools i keep marching on without question.
all i hope for is to go home soon, to my mother's warm embrace and my dad's smile to me when i do something good.
i has been there before but i don't remember when, i know this battlefield, and all the hate in it, all the fear and rage.
i feel my hope is going to die someday, because i don't know when i get home, but i hope i get home soon, but with a soldier's eyes.
i has seen my brother's die, getting in the grave and buriede in the ground, i feel the pain and the hate for it, but i can only hope for them to get home soon.
but cause like the enemy me and my brother's are fighting, they hope to get home soon, like we do, so we are not so different.
im are nothing more that human, and i make mistakes, i has make a lot, and now i only can hope to get home soon, but with a soldier's eyes.
the soldier's eyes make me look like another person i am deep inside, i dark person i hope to forget, all i got is hope.
i wonder why i got the soldier's eyes, but my life and my past, my future and days, the people who hurt me, and will hurt me.
those who make me what i am are they, so i try to live with it, but not easy, i just hope to get home soon.
i got the soldier's eyes, but with a tiny hope, that family and warm days will come, kids and lovely wife, but winter will come first.
i only hope now for my future, for the past are hunting me, so i keep marching on, with a soldier's eyes.. a soldier's eyes.
hmm.. tænkte over nogle ting for leden, og så kom jeg frem til dette digt, som jeg som så mange andre digte, delte med andre, så folk måske kan få et indtryk af mig, da jeg ikke altid kan sætte punktum på tingene, håber det er læselig og forståligt.
kærlige og varme jule hilsner, Teddy :)
31/5/2017, 20:24 af 
