Run, Run far, far away...
they say we can't run,
I say why not, who's to stop us?
Who's to say it won't help, or work?
For some of us, that might be the solution,
to keep from hurting, and hurting others.
Run, far, far away...
WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! Please remember only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, JESUS CHRIST and the AMERICAN SOLDIER. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Dear Mr. President:
Why is it so hard for all who are serving in Congress to agree? Why is that while running for office, you all make promises and then do not keep most of them?
Mr. president, how can you sleep at night, knowing that there are people out here who cannot sleep because they have no place to sleep?
How can you sleep, knowing there are folks who cannot put food on the table, because they have to pay the rent or mortgage? They have to make the choice to either go hungry for a day or more or be homeless.
Seems like you all are more worried about keeping your statuses in check, and worrying about the welfare of other countries. I say, help the United States first and foremost. Yes, it is a shame that there are others who are in worse shape then we are, but unfortunately most of them do not really want our help, and/or not very appreciative of our help.
I understand that you are trying to bring the troops home and end the wars, but personally I do not believe it is very sensible to spend all our time and money on that. There will always be a terrorist, there will always be natural disasters, there will always be someone getting killed; we cannot save the world.
I miss you.
Sometimes I feel like I am healing, then a setback occurs.
I miss you mom, calling you, telling about what is going on in my life,
hearing your voice,
hearing you laugh.
I miss you telling me what I should do, as opposed to what I want to do.
Some call it nagging, and I probably did too, once or twice; however, now i call it a mother's love.
I wish you were here still among the living,
I think at times I can't go on without my mom, then I hear your voice, or see you in my dreams at night, and I know then you are okay, and I will be okay in time.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
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