Paratrooper's Prayer
I'm asking You God, to give me what You have left.Give me those things which others never ask of You.I don't ask You for rest, or tranquility.Not that of the spirit, the body, or the mind.I don't ask You for wealth, or success, or even health.All those things are asked of You so much Lord,that you can't have any left to give.Give me instead Lord what You have left.Give me what others don't want.I want uncertainty and doubt.I want torment and battle.And I ask that You give them to me now and forever Lord,so I can be sure to always have them,because I won't always have the strength to ask again.But give me also the courage, the energy,and the spirit to face them.I ask You these things Lord,because I can't ask them of myself.
Je Touche Moi
Death passed me by,but he touched my soul.
While his scythe of fiery lead,cut a swathe through the pre-morn light.
Bony fingers plucked holes in mortal flesh.,
To quench the reaper’s thirst.
He passed me by,
This time.
One More
They’d got another one last night.
He’s given up the ghost,
He’d given up the fight.
They found him early this morn.
The gaunt and haunted look upon his face. . .
The rope lay wound around the small and twisted form.
No bullet holes or shrapnel wounds,
No blood, no snot, no gore.
Just another casualty
Of a long forgotten war.
First Light
It’s dark, but not quite,
It’s almost day, but not quite.
Half haze, grey gloom, but not quite.
Not red, not green, not black, not white.
Almost day, almost, but not quite.
When you differentiate between colours.
You’ve got first light.
[James Love]
The Shootist
Of all the guys in Company A,Juan was certainly the cutest.
As bullets flew and mortars roared,He proved to be a shootist.
Juan, he was a little guy,And that we all could see.
But when the chips were down,He always was ...Airborne Infantry.
[Gary Gowles]
Jumping Down to Victory
We are the men in chutes,
Tought men in jumping boots,
Jumping down to victory--We are the paratroopers!
Hard hitting parachuters Stand up, Hook up: Hit the door--and go!
Downward, earthward Our silken banners flowLift up your heads And shout it--
There's no doubt about it,
Jumping down to victory.
[WAR MEMORIES]
[n o r b]
2 comentarios:
nunca te dije que yo tengo una carpeta llena de lyrics que me gustan, pero REPLETA. nunca te la enseñé. están todas impresas y pegadas en cartiulinas diferentes, como hojas viejas llenas de versos o poemas. pero esta vez son de canciones... todas las letras que me gustan estan ahí. no puede una amar una canción sin amar los lyrics.
tan bien que partimos en la tarde, entre risas, un abrazo y hasta un algo más... "el 30 jajaja, si, el 30". y anoche fue... fue feo. te fuiste lejos toda la noche y me pusiste una cara que no quiero volver a ver. quería estar bien contigo al menos esa última noche, pero no te dejaste. te quise abrazar y sentí que si lo hacía me clavarías mil cuchillos. te regresé la cara y sólo dí un beso de cortesía porque no me dejaste otra alternativa.
se supone que va a haber un tiempo aquí y no quiero que la última imagen/estancia sea esa. parece que te vas a ir enojado... y no quiero eso. pero quién soy yo, right? me sentí mal. i'm sorry.
(F)
gracias por entender,
ya estoy mucho más tranquila.
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