The Soldier

The ashen ruins that lay a waste,

I turn away, in my haste.

The stars cast a pleasant glow,

in the midst, I see a true hero.

In the dusty air,

which stings my eyes,

I lay down my gun and begin to cry.

My heart is searching,

longing for your touch.

But, I'm trapped in this world of hate.

All around me, I hear the noise,

the battle rages on.

I have no choice,

I stand up tall and carry on;

ever a soldier, ever strong.