Ghostrider's blog: "Tim's Blogs"

Their once was a man who went in to battle, so all could be free
He was strong and mighty and fought as bravely as he could be
He knew what he was there for and what had to be done
Knowing each day that the end of his life could come
So he struggle and fought hard and did the best he knew
Knowing that when it was time to leave there would be only a few
Then there came that dreadful day when his service was no more
He came home and seen and wonder, what was it all for
No one understood him and didn't even care
For what he saw here, was just what he left there
As time went on and the years had past
He was a different man but with the same mask
He struggle more and more each day as it went alone
And was dieing inside not knowing what was going wrong
He became hard and ugly, anger and mean, broken and evil for all to see
For there was no pleasures, love and hope in his dream
He was no longer the man he use to be.