discarded, like children when orphaned or auctioned like florists. buried like bodies and land mines. this is the situation we bring to bear. bear our arms for wars we share. institched we tread to fall. and i'm counting on you now. if you carry the weight of the pilot the gunner owes himself to you. torch the evidence. thankful the pictures dont prove you exist. don't think you've kept me guessing. and my lips became what she needed. then i gave her life again.
