you missin me.

sorry dad,i write you again,last time you saw me i was baby,now im a man...now im a fighter for my own ideal,for better days,better tommorow,but sometimes its like time stops,my soul is full of sorrow. and my heart is broken,like broken arrow,i missed you father,im ready to follow,follow your steps until everything is over,and over and over,again and again...you die for my future,but my future is when? child of a soulder,who didnt died in mission,who died by humans hand,knife on his neck,but he still have a vision. he saw wife and son,crying for him,brother and parents,its clear like a film...you didnt scare papa,i proud of you,but its hard when you realize that they do what they do...i dont remember that,but i create my own image...your bloddy clothes with your last letter and badge...when our soldiers bring your clothes,mama was in schock. its missin your body man! scream fill my whole block...now i understand,destiny is cruel. my children will be proud at you,just remember grandpa rule.