A Soldier's Courage
Mystique420
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In his heart he hold's courage,
In his hands he hold's our live's
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the front line's.
He is weakened by all the death,
He is haunted by there souls.
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal.
He does not fight for hatred,
He fights for there lives instead.
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead.
As he lays in death, knowing it will come.
He glances at the sky, and makes peace with all he's done.
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold.
And one must always choose, should it be friend or foe?
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall.
But in his heart he knows, one day his country will call.
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line, and give his life as he.
He just hope's all are content knowing
A Brave Soldier he will always be.
In his hands he hold's our live's
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the front line's.
He is weakened by all the death,
He is haunted by there souls.
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal.
He does not fight for hatred,
He fights for there lives instead.
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead.
As he lays in death, knowing it will come.
He glances at the sky, and makes peace with all he's done.
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold.
And one must always choose, should it be friend or foe?
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall.
But in his heart he knows, one day his country will call.
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line, and give his life as he.
He just hope's all are content knowing
A Brave Soldier he will always be.
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- nah,... we smoke it!
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- nah,... we smoke it!
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I can't believe this art was overlooked by those in this forum. Most of the people here are intelligent & good people. This was an excellent poem. You're a great writer/poet/songwriter?? If you aren't YOU should be!
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986