• clifton2 11w

    I Follow You

    Through servitude,
    I follow you,
    But half the time,
    I wonder if your words were true,
    Doubt has it's place,
    Upon my face,
    But some things seem illusive,
    To my logical embrace,
    But, who am I to ask,
    For proof of your past?
    I'm just another soldier,
    Carrying out your tasks,
    I put my life at risk,
    For freedom's kindest kiss,
    But when the battle's over,
    Peace is always missed.