Sitting in my county blues
Indian style
In my white sheets
Cross-legged content
Reading arms bent
Indigent glasses
Commissary classes
Like a camp we all just can’t leave
Soldiers in training but fighting
No war worth starting
All of us separated by these cars
No where to go but far away from nothing
Faces pacing
Wondering all day
Just trying to sleep this time away
Just a little more time
Holding on just a little more to my mind
I can’t let you go
I won’t let it show
This pain I must endure
These demoralizing ways
I must stand strong
Like my father dying again
Like hurting you in the end
This pain I must walk through
Deep inside
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