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So a prelude as some know I am currently deployed out to Afghanistan and well sitting in a gun turret all day leaves a lot of time for reflection. A few have seen this already but any honest criticism is welcome.

-Rich

edit bah that was suppose to be at the top not in the middle :/

I sit upon a string unwinding
And remember times that are behind me
Of love, of hate, and wasted days
Of the straight and narrow, of wandered ways
Times of cheer and times of woe
And forward to the times unknown
On I move, seeking my Eleanor
My dream to hold forever more

Still I wait, my thoughts roam free
I've consider long, how things could be
If everyone could see as I
Keep those close they push aside
Yet only thine-self one can control
Even that bears a heavy toll
For the pain that resides in ones own heart
Can tear a man's world apart

Though time may heal your mortal coil
The demons left inside will kill your soul
Of this I pray that all will see
And know how true friends should be
Still it matters not the feeling felt
You can only play what cards are dealt