Richard McClellan

Freedom,
defined by force,
to die for the cause,
is what the soldier supports,
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I am sitting all alone-tonight, weary, sad and blue.

Thinkin of the past my dear, and how I'm missing you,
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How do I commence speaking,
of someone that I not know?
my heart aches for them,
to be my fountain of love so,
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Bread, Bread, a staff of life,
taking your flour,
an makin' some dough,
with the dough, sticky and smooth,
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Stabbed in my heart
my blood's oozing out,
drippin n' tricklin,
it's poolin on the ground,
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My love, I miss you so,
fo' in my heart,
the emotion of you fills me,
[with you] wrapping up my soul,
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On twenty four July of eighty five,
a Trailways bus I did ride,
the destination of Jackson [Basic Training],
a new life for me,
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No matter how misconstrued,
one may be taken,
a gentle heart,
will never change,
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Sitting alone,
just my thoughts with me,
my mind is blank,
no good thoughts I see,
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I remember when it used to be easy,
I remember when it wasn't so hard,
I remember what it felt like to be young,
That's when life was fun!
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I walked along a country road,
one sunny autumn day.
And gazed upon the beauty,
The woodland did portray.
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As I bundle up,
the keys in my hand,
I straddle my steel horse,
No rein's to grab,
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Rain, Rain, wash over me,
cleanse an purify me,
your drops, so soothing n' smooth,
lull me to sleep, content, not blue,
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Pontius you condemned him so long ago,
to spikes and the cross,
with a crown of thorns,
no baron are you,
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There was a woman named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did follow,
She lost all her house,
Much space she's without,
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Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
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There is no reverse,
in the transmission of life,
while you can look back,
an wish you were young again,
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O' my sweet clematis,
so pretty hanging near me,
you look so parched,
its my water you seek,
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I love these Ozark hills,
that lie amidst the rocks and hills.
The sunshine and rain, and harves of grain
and the call of the whipporwill,
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Awakening in a dream,
life's lessons in view,
for what have I become?
blind in the presence of me,
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