Petronella-De-Meathe

Soldier Boy Go my little soldier boy With your deep blue eyes Go fight In our war That we so foolishly Created Fight with Your riffle In hand And when You come back We’ll play And be content In our laughter And happiness When this soldier Boy Comes home We’ll be together Again Who knew? Another war Would be waiting For him When he came back. He isn’t content In our laughter He is unsettled In his emotions My little soldier boy What happened? You went to go fight With your riffle in hand Why won’t you put It down? You’re safe You’re home.

The Physics Of Feeling Eyes black as Coal, burn To warm my soul. Look to the sky To Find That friction Of the past Sparks the hope that Illuminates the memories Time has forgotten. Just as Time and Space Are constant So is The physics Of my love For you. Tell me how To calculate Human nature. Then tell me, How to find The mass Of the human heart Then maybe the sum Will have the answer To the equation Do you love me too?