American Soil
I sat and traded thoughts with him
he stood by the green
as I sank within
I soaked up his heart he
only writes in songs.
I drank the blood he poured
that's painted on these walls.
I watched for biased opinions
And creatures in the dark
Sometimes a man would come
Sometimes they would go far.
He whispered his destruction in my ear
and strapped on the rest
of his army gear.
Well 30 more days of occupation
and still in the same great distress
as me, a pretty girl
sits upright in a pretty dress
who writes of the US
and can't imagine a hell outside my own
and listens to apologies
from the dial tone.
I am a girl, you are a boy abroad
I care more for these men in my heart
to wager who should stay and go
I say I will trade my lungs to hear you breathe
and step foot on American soil with me
oh just to remember where your soul is.
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