Yet Another Reason to Write

[fundamentalist]

Another broken hearted night,
For our hopeless solider,
Alone in this world,
I sit and dream of what it could be like,
To be free again.
The color blue again cloughts my thought,
For it is the greatest cool of all,
Alone in this tiny bit of the world,
I sit and wonder if i can make it,
For doubt is my new demon.
I miss the place where bueaty lays,
The place where i see blue everywhere,
Someone please help,
For my dreams are few and far in between,
And i must dream agian,
Or this heart of mine,
Will fade away in obscurity,
No longer to bread hope,
No longer to bread love,
Just to bread emptyness.