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teresa nicastro Sep 2017
So many thoughts racing through my mind
Looking for an enemy we cannot find
Inch by Inch, step by step
The enemy is behind that door I bet
Rifles ready, aim is sharp
I don’t want to hear an angels harp
Sweeping for mines, explosions I fear
My friend is dead, something I don’t want to hear
Inch by Inch, step by step
Close my eyes and picture my kid’s footsteps
Foreign eyes watch and stare
US soldiers died for them, they don’t care
They needed our help and no we are here
But I think we are the ones in fear
Inch by Inch, step by step, another house clear
Close my eyes and thank god I am still here
Down the steps and out the door
Bullets firing, hit the floor!!!
Can’t see where or how far
That bullet wound is going to leave a scar
Inch by Inch, I crawl on the ground
Listening for the enemies sound
Whispering voices I can’t understand
US soldiers need to make a stand
Inch by Inch, stone by stone
Continuously facing the unknown
teresa nicastro Sep 2017
Words on paper let the imagination fly

They don't always make sense, no reason why

Thoughts, emotions,dreams, you write

Imagination wanders, dragons fight

Words are freedom to say what you feel

Scenarios don't always have to be real



Words on paper help you be free

Words on paper let me be me

No one to judge if its not right

I say what I think, there's no fight

My pen flows free and I write

Peaceful morning, not a cloud in site



I sit at my desk, staring at the screen

Thinking about last nights dream

Words on paper let me be free

Words on paper let me be me
teresa nicastro Sep 2017
Search a place where the enemy hides.
Hearing the cries of children scared.
Bullets begin flying through the air.
Praying they don't hit me, God I'm scared.
My buddies hit the ground.
I yell" Keep your heads down!!!"
Explosions all around.
People screaming, what a sound.

There's nothing we can do but stay down.
Faces planted in the ground.
Help is coming, I hear it overhead.
I pray "God I don't want to be dead"
Machine guns firing, so we can fight back!!
Guns firing Rat, tat, tat.
My buddies screaming time to fall back.
Have to leave before another attack.

Helicopters land so you can leave.
Running so hard, can barely breathe.
I fought for my life today.
Tears fall down my face, didn't know what to say.
We survived another fight.
So glad to sleep in my cot tonight.
We made it out alive to fight again.
We are just waiting for the orders of when.
teresa nicastro Sep 2017
Helmet on top, rifle stuck in the ground, boots at its base

So much sadness on their faces

Dog tags hang with names of the lost

***** boots to show their final walk

Young men who paid to high of cost

Friends kneel before them to say goodbye

So sad to see grown men cry

Battlefield cross shows honor and respect

So their buddies never forget

The cross lets their friends mourn

As "Taps" is played on the horn

"Fallen but not forgotten" some memorials say

Many soldiers live to fight another day

"As my brothers did for me" one tattoo said

One saying I will never get out of my head

Battlefield Cross a symbol no soldier forgets
teresa nicastro Sep 2017
When we were young we didn't care
Our thoughts and dreams, we did share
So many unanswered questions in our minds
Looking for answers we could not find
Then we grew up and went our own ways
I sit here, look back and remember the good old days
We were so young with not a care in the world

When we were young, we never said what we feel
Often wondered would it be real
I was often afraid to say what I thought
My anxieties made me overwrought
I wasn't as pretty or thin as the other girls
Hence I stayed in my own little world
Last one to picked for a team
Gave up being the pretty girl dreams

When we were young I wanted to grow up
Then I could show the world what I'm made of
So many times I look back at those days
Where big hair was all the craze.
Would I have fit in, if I played the game
Just wanted to be included, didn't want fame

When we were young I didn't know where my life would go
Parts went fast, others went slow
All grown up and sometimes feel alone
So many times I want to pick up the phone
Wonder where you are and what your life is like
Would you feel anything for me or tell me to take a hike
So many thoughts run through my mind
Now its time for me to unwind
I remember the days when we were young
All my friends it was so much fun
teresa nicastro Sep 2017
Pictures of you on the wall
I see you in uniform standing tall
I sit and listen to the stories you tell
Landing on the beach and going through hell
Listening to you talk like it was yesterday
Me sitting and hanging on every word you say
Reminicing about your buddies long ago
Sadness in your voice, the pain that you show
Some never made it home, you will never forget
You remembering everything about them I bet
Proud to have served your country, you show it well
Stories you continue to tell
Remembering all those who fell
A proud Marine you remain
No soldier is ever the same
Pictures of you from a time long ago
That Marine Corp spirit you continue to show
Wonderful stories you tell continue to flow
Stories of bombs exploding, and you loading ammo
A smile grows as you look at your photo
Pictures of you on the wall
A proud Marine says it all
teresa nicastro Sep 2017
Visions of things in my mind

My imagination flows to unwind

Different shapes in the clouds I see

Wandering mind I feel so free

Books I read, lost in time

Elves, and Knights all so kind

Distant castles that stand so tall

Kingdoms safe behind the wall

Lost in stories about aliens in space

Me dreaming of going to that place

My imagination soars during stories I read

Battles with dragons,demons gold and greed

Visions of things in my mind

Imagination flows to unwind
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