Thursday, March 27, 2008

A little place called home

Hope weighs heavy on his heart

As the silent soldier walks home,

His hands aren't bloodied by battles

And the scars aren't on for show


Many battles he may have won

Still many more he has lost

Fighting on for a losing cause

For deeper still lies the cost


Fighting on without know why

He lay his life on the line

While his world around him burned

He thought all at home was fine


As he returned home to a burnt nothing

His silently held in his tears

[Finally] His hope had given up on him,

And his heart lay bare all his fears


"For what have I fought for?" cried he,

As he cradled his dead infant in his arm

When I was out saving your hopes and dreams

You couldn't even save my family from harm


The silent soldier drew on his gun

And plunged his life into an eternal abyss

While an ungreatful country couldn't save his home

For his unborn son he couldn't even kiss...

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