You think I don't see but I do.
You think I don't notice but I'm not that young.
I notice all the blank stares and the prolonged silences.
I your head bent because you are crying.
A day staring out with nothing chuckles,
laughter, during the light.
Went down hill with brass knuckles
and led all through the night.
Rolling clods dirt, whispering winds at night, blisters from the scorching sun at noon. Heavy gear and hot, heavy boots.
Only 19 but dodging bullets on the front line.