He carries his fear with honor
To serve and protect, he swears
Through the mud the blood and the gore
Never ever shedding a tear.
Thinking always about his mother
His father, friends and last kiss
About those simple little things
He thought he would never miss.
Death trails him every step of the way
Watching every move that he makes
Waiting for a chance to swoop in
And take the brave soldier away.
A buddy is dead from a distant house
He watched as he was shot in the head
How does the soldier reconcile that
In a way that can keep him whole.
Where does he go from here
What can he hope to learn
An awful mark we laid upon him
To kill or be killed or be damned.
A different dream this soldier would see
If never a soldier there would be. |
