Panama Jump

A thunderous roar, I boarded that plane,
A boy turned soldier, dancing with pain.
Sky's darkened whispers sang of despair,
With every heartbeat, I felt the cold air.

The flash of gunfire lit up my mind,
Jumping from heaven, leaving life behind.
A parachute tangled in fate’s cruel grip,
Falling shadows on a one-way trip.

I’m a ghost in the wreckage where heroes cry,
Walking wounded under this unforgiving sky.
Through the blood and chaos, I'll stand and fight;
In Panama’s wet night, I’ll reclaim the light.

Hit the ground hard like thunder on stone,
Echoes of war scream I’m not alone.
A Jeep rolls over dreams left in dust,
Panama army wheels turning hope into rust.

But when death came calling to finish me off,
I spun like a whirlwind and let anger scoff.
Sprayed bullets as answers to questions unasked,
I rose from the ashes—the hero unmasked.

I’m a ghost in the wreckage where heroes cry,
Walking wounded under this unforgiving sky.
Through blood and chaos I'll stand and fight;
In Panama’s night I’ll reclaim the light.

And there you were standing at death's cruel door—
Your eyes spoke of battles we fought before.
You’re just an echo now but your spirit remains;
Guiding me through these relentless chains.

Among shattered bodies and dreams torn apart—
Found your lifeless shell but there you stand.
Every breath stolen fuels fire inside—
For every fallen brother I've got to survive.

I’m a ghost in the wreckage where heroes cry,
Walking wounded under this unforgiving sky.
Through the blood and chaos I'll stand and fight;
In Panama’s night I’ll reclaim my light.

So raise up our voices for those who fell down—
We carry their stories through the battlegrounds.
With courage as armor against fear's cold embrace—
I'll hold their memory—their strength is my grace.