#1
well junior was just eighteen
when he got sent accross the sea
army says hell make a fine soldier
mama didnt like the whole thing
she said he was crazy when he agreed
to leave his home

the USA had high hopes for junior
always knew he'd become a good man
but all they really wanted was for him
to fight beside uncle sam
there wasnt a day that mama didnt worry
about her little boy, he was still her baby

she watched the news every night
praying to got she wouldnt find
the words that would destroy her life
good news everynight, junior is still alive
bullets flied and gunshots echoed
in her dreams, she was always terrified

he wrote letters home every week
to ensure her that he was alright
and as soon as the letters stopped
she broke down and cried, he had just forgot
he sent a letter two weeks late
mom didnt mind at all, she slept better that night

months went by, now it was christmas time
junior was on his way to the airport
there was a 5 care pileup, but junior was okay
he wasnt involve, traffic stalled for hours
terrorists took over the plane,
they killed the pilot, the jet went down

mama heard the newsman say
hijackers have stolen a plane
flight 104, there were no survivors
that was juniors flight, mama cried
for nothing she cried again
junior caught the next flight, he was home by midnight

mom gave a relieved laugh
as she hugged her son for the first time in a year
he had grown up so fine,
soon the holidays had passed
and junior went back to iraq

another year and he would be free
he couldnt wait for that day,
mama couldnt either
that year went by so fast
way faster than expected
soon he was on his way home again.

this trip home was a bit like the last
there was another car crash
just one this time, junior died
this time mama had a reason to cry
irony shows itself at all the wrong times
he survived the war, just to die



definately the longest i have written.
and the first of this kind that i have written
if you read the whole thing, thank you very much
any help appreciated
i kinda thought of this in class the other day
but most of it was wrote just now.
ive reread it once.

C4C as always with me
thank you.
#2
I like this song.

It's a nice song with great ups and downs.

My friend had a great-grandfather in WWII, he survived the whole war only to run off a cliff and die when he came back to the U.S..

So, it can strike an emotional cord, which is where music is, in the emotions.

I love this, I can't see anything that I could correct in it.

Btw I have a song "Ring for Your Finger." You can check it out if you'd like.

I'M IN THE FIGHT TO CURE CYSTIC FIBROSIS...MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!


Quote by JustRooster
I'm a straight man, but I'd put that surfcaster right in my mouth.



Quote by JD2k9
Well, life is like a penis.
Women make it hard.
Also, it's short but seems long when it gets hard.
#4
You're welcome.
I'M IN THE FIGHT TO CURE CYSTIC FIBROSIS...MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!


Quote by JustRooster
I'm a straight man, but I'd put that surfcaster right in my mouth.



Quote by JD2k9
Well, life is like a penis.
Women make it hard.
Also, it's short but seems long when it gets hard.