But now as a man,
Not as an innocent child frightened by what might someday be,
But rather as a soldier tortured by what once was.
Sitting and starring with conscience in hand,
Asking the single, most fundamentally-haunting question of my life,
Why?
Not as an innocent child frightened by what might someday be,
But rather as a soldier tortured by what once was.
Sitting and starring with conscience in hand,
Asking the single, most fundamentally-haunting question of my life,
Why?
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