Every time I look,
I see death in the mirror
And every time I look
Death seems a little clearer
So, I don’t know what to do
The thread of my life is wearing thin
It’s only a matter of time
Before it’s over and through
But before I go, I want the world to know
That I’ve walked through the fire,
That I’ve walked through the snow
And the truth is you’re the only one
Who can direct in which direction your life will go.
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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