Monday, April 30, 2007

well dont know what to say
siting here, listning to my mood music again, listning to a song called A Pittance of Time, ill put the lyrics down, and you will understand the post, i have to join the millitary, i have to know if i can do everything i say i would do if i was in that situation, i need to know how strong i really am, if all the suffering, ive gone through has really toughened my soul enough to stand to it, if its truely what im meant to do, earn some fucking respect... well i dont fucking know what im talking about i dont even know if people read this, maybe you are all just to tired about hearing all my problems ?

have i really lost her completly, does she ever think about me? does she ever think how im doing, what im thinking, who im hanging with? probobly not, i dont know, im trying to move on, i just cant help but wonder if shes happy... its all i want for her right now, just to know that the smiles on her face are atleast partialy real... whatever she probobly dosent even read this anymore, or care, i just hope she has fun in chicago this weekend.

well heres the lyrics for terry kellys A Pittance of Time

They fought and some died for their homeland.
They fought and some died, now it's our land.
Look at his little child; there's no fear in her eyes.
Could he not show respect for other dads who have died?

Take two minutes, would you mind?
It's a pittance of time,
For the boys and the girls who went over.
In peace may they rest, may we never
forget why they died.
It's a pittance of time.

God forgive me for wanting to strike him.
Give me strength so as not to be like him.
My heart pounds in my breast, fingers pressed to my lips,
My throat wants to bawl out, my tongue barely resists.

But two minutes I will bide.
It's a pittance of time,
For the boys and the girls who went over.
In peace may they rest.
May we never forget why they died.
It's a pittance of time.

Read the letters and poems of the heroes at home.
They have casualties, battles, and fears of their own.
There's a price to be paid if you go, if you stay.
Freedom's fought for and won in numerous ways.

Take two minutes, would you mind?
It's a pittance of time,
For the boys and the girls all over.
May we never forget, our young become vets.
At the end of the line,
It's a pittance of time.

It takes courage to fight in your own war.
It takes courage to fight someone else's war.
Our peacekeepers tell of their own living hell.
They bring hope to foreign lands that hate mongers can't kill.

Take two minutes, would you mind?
It's a pittance of time,
For the boys and the girls who go over.
In peacetime our best still don battle dress
And lay their lives on the line.
It's a pittance of time

In peace may they rest,
Lest we forget why they died.
Take a pittance of time.
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