I’m not a man,at least not for now Missiles fly and explode At my simple thumbs up or thumbs down Behind this suit is a heavy vest Behind that is a beating heart My predecessors warn me that they can Never warn me of what’s to come from the start I feel the weight folding my skin For this job I’ve accepted adversaries As dear friends The problems I’m here to solve never end I can’t call mother on that red phone No matter how big the trouble This job has shown me that There is never enough room to roam No matter how large the bubble As I am now I know you cannot relate Decisions I make affect What’s on your plate I’ve grown anxious for that last Official play of ” Hail To The Chief” In a few years I’ll be able To properly absorb all this grief
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 20:06:36 +0000
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