Michael Peterson Poems

They say they are different, but they are not
Human just like us, just a little different
In life we treat them bad, they are really great
People can learn a lot from them
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To serve is a blessing
To battle is an endless honor
To all that served we salute
For the dead, we praise their heroism
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Iceberg carved, beautiful sculptured
Nature's beauty,many years in the making
Humongous hills, cliffs carved in the sides
Gorgeous lake below, river feed
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Snow falling, the fire going
The family heading home, will soon be here
The house so empty, will be full again
The decorations are all up, the tree so beautiful
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Wondering where the years have gone
A wild, happy go lucky kid
With dreams of conquering the world
Froen growing up poor you dream of fame and riches
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If I had a dime for everyminute in time
I would be rich, when did it fly by
Look into the mirror, to see what I see
A young crew cut boy, all full of smiles
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To hear your voice, brings warmth
The soft tone and the sexy accent
The elegant sound of words together
Make the heart pitter patter
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As I look deep into your eyes
I see pain, tears, and sadness
The suffering inside you has taken its toll
Life has been rough on you lately
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The sky is gray and cloudy
The mood very sober
Tears flowing, hearts broken
Years of hardship and anger
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Friday nite, small towns, big city
Big lights, mark field
Quietly awaiting
For bands, fans
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