This poem is for every soul thats had to continue one, despite all the odds.
For the girls that cried themselves to sleep.
the boys who watched the girls of their dreams fall in love with another.
The hours spent on preening, only to be cancelled on.
The lonely hearts that so desperately want to fall asleep in a world of white starry dreams only to be woken up by another lonely heart, ready to connect.
for the minutes, hours, days, weeks and years you spend hoping.
for everytime you said you were ok, when you werent.
There is discipline in a soldier
you can see it when he walks,
There is honor in a soldier
ChenMan. Artistic revolt.