

Rags- by: Edmund Vance CookWe called him rags, he was just a curRags- by: Edmund Vance Cook
But twice on the western line
That little old bunch of faithful fur Had offered his life for mine And all he got was bones and bread Or the leaving of soldiers grub But hed give his heart for a pat on the head Or a friendly tickle or rub. And rags got home with the regiment Then in breaking away--
Well whether the stole him whether he went Im not prepared to say. But we mustered out some beer and gruel And some to Sherry and Shad. And I went back to Sawbones school Where I was still an undergrad.  


You weren't supposed to seeYou werent supposed to seeYou weren't supposed to see
Me cry like a little girl who has a cut On her tiny little knee.
You werent supposed to see Me run into the girls bathroom with my best friend
Following so she could comfort me.
You werent supposed to see My face, my eyes, my hands,
You werent supposed to hear my voice like that.
My face so full of sadness
My eyes so pink from crying My hands shaking with uncertainty
But most of all you werent supposed to
Hear my voice which was high and
Cracking from crying.
You


ChangesFriends forever you promised, Together till the end We did everything togetherChanges
You were my best friend
When I was sad, you were by my side When I was scared, you felt my fear. You were my support--
If I needed you, you were there
You were the greatest friend You always knew what to say You made everything seem better As long as we had each other everything would be okay.
But somewhere along the line We slowly came apart I was here, you were there It tore a hole in my heart.
Things were cha


1000 tearsThe night I cried 1000 tears Was all because my stupid fears I cried them so no one would know1000 tears
And I prayed to God that it wouldnt show
No one understands me
They think that they should I wish they could see Then maybe they would
They say they want to help That they want to understand But the cards have been dealt and they cant understand
All the thoughts in my mind No one can get Everyone tries to be kind
When I start to throw a fit.
But no one knows
What hells I go through
I wish that it showed
Welcome to DA!
I'm Arshiya
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