Remembering the Past

How could I forget,

The pain, the blood, the sweat,

Trying my hardest to get to her,

Can't breathe through the smokey air,

I knew she was somewhere near,

Just trying to get through here,

Thinking of her loved ones,

Gives me the courage to run,

Remembering the past,

It all comes back so fast,

I couldn't get to her,

This memory won't blur,

If only I could rewind,

Maybe I wouldn't be so blind,

She would still be here,

My conscience would be clear,

But that is not the case,

Always feel this empty space.

Intro

Hi. I'm Dale Doback. But you have to call me Dragon. I live with my dad and his smokin hot wife Nancy. She just happens to have a stupid son that's my age too. He thinks he's cool because he has a green belt but I don't believe in belts. There should be no ranking system for toughness. But Randy Jackson did sign his samurai sword. Anyway, life is cool sometimes. I enjoy watching cops and shark week, playing the drums, my favorite dinosaur is a velociraptor, I like reading Good Housekeeping, and doing karate in the garage. I'm no good before 11 a.m. I take stuff. I have a weekness for sweets. Read it and weep.