Once again its time to catch up on sleeps.
It's time to rest from battle on the streets.
Like a game of chance, dreams tumble around,
In spite of all what's happening in town.
There's nothing as sweet and unreal it seems,
Like having barracks full of soldiers' dreams.
They're the silver lining as dark clouds pass,
over soldiers' lives, as wars never last.
©Copyright March 2006 by Paul F. McCann
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