He Floats There With Charon On The River Styx.
His Years Of Age Werent Many They Were Merely Six.
Cast Out Into Hell And Left To Fend For His Own.
So Young, So Unready, And So Very Alone.
He Braves The Dangers Of Hell And He’s Merely A Boy.
With Death At Every Turn He Must Laern To Be Coy.
His Battles, His Fights, Make For A Trying Time.
But He Shall Be Remembered In A Poets Rhyme.
Battles And Fights Won Its Time To Go Home.
No Doors And No Arms There To Receive Him,
Our Poor Youn Warrior Is Left To Roam.

Anger, Pain, Hatred, Fear.
All These Things Do I Hold Dear.
These I Do Cherish And Revere.
Anger, Pain, Hatred, Fear

Crystal Clear White,
You Fall From The Heavens,
And Clear My Plight.

Your Beauty Burns Like A Wild Fire,
Like One In A Forest It Burns Its Path.
My Heart Burns Away At Your Frozen Desire,
Consuming All With A Burning Wrath.
Like A Tree Deprived Of Its Sustenance,
To The River That Ignores It.
You Do Deprive My Countenance,
The Fires Do Abhor It.
To Not Be Loved Is My Greatest Shame,
As The Ash Tree Laughs At The Barky Willow.
Like The Steed Not Loved Cause It Is Lame,
Do The Loved Men Laugh At The Love Struck Fellow.
If My Love’s Not Returned I Shall Grow Cold,
And Wither Away As I Grow Old.

Oh High They Raised Those Stars And Bars,
On The Isle Of Iwo Jima.
What Long They’ve Defended Those Stars And Bars,
Dating Back Beyond Korea.
Older Even Than Our Great Nation,
So Long They Have Been The Elite.
They Have Fought And Died Through Each Confrontation,
Yet Have Never Seen Defeat.
The First In The Last Out,
They Come Through Time And Time Again.
They’ll Defend Each Time Without A Doubt,
They Will Never Know An End.
Forever They’ll Be The Few, The Proud,
The United States Marines

I Met A Traveler From A Faraway Place,
Who Said: Listen Close Friend And Hear Me Well.
I Tell Of A Land Of Silk And Lace,
Where Mighty Lords And Gods Did Dwell.
A Mighty Castle Was Built And Did Suffer,
A Wall Was Erected Tall And Subtle.
When The Seige Took Place The Wall Did Buffer,
It Stood And Stood Through That So Long Battle.
The King Did Hide Behind His Wall,
Until His Loyal Son Was Taken.
That Great Wooden Horse Became Their Pall,
And Caused Their City To Be Forsaken.
Fled One, Fled Many, Flee Did All,
For Their Great City Of Troy Was Taken