Angel Flight by Radney Foster
soldier on the sidelines
for a second,
as the wind blew
cold and hot
on his backhe was running
running through fields
running through rain
running through crowded streetseven though he was just
running in his mind
running like he used tobefore the wheel chair
and dead legs
and shattered bones
and bombs blasting in air
took away
all that we take
for granted
everday
FDR 1936 I welcome their hatred (by FrajAce)
