The Unspoken Hero
Please remember our veterans that fought for this country so that we could have our freedom.
The Unspoken Hero
Living all alone
Longing for someone
to talk about coming home
Battlefields and Battlegrounds
Are in the back of his mind
Echoes of Gunfire
is all now a big sound
Refuge in the Wilderness
with balls of fire all around
I will not utter a word
Until the Troops find the grounds
An Unspoken Hero
Telling you the truth
Longing to come back home
with a Military Salute
About the Creator
Migdalia Torres
I am a New Indie Author/Songwriter/Poet
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