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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He fell, fell to the ground At the gunshot that created such a sound Nobody took notice of the injured soldier He was left there lying as the war grew thicker. He screamed from the pain growing in his shoulder Nobody realized the pain he would suffer Trampling feet and screams grew monotonous The injured soldier tried to ignore the pain that was so venomous. He made a decision for himself If he was to survive he'd have to help himself Nobody was going to come to his aid Not when each one was looking out for their own head. He winced in pain as he got to his feet He wouldn't give up now, not when he still had an army to beat His shoulder cried out to him in vain He had already chose to ignore the pain. He took his rifle up He adjusted his helmet and refused to give up He kept fighting till the war was over Each soldier fighting for their country, their home and their lover. When the war was done and the battle was won Every single soldier put down their gun the injured soldier's shoulder still bleeding now blinded him with pain and made him lose all feeling. This time they gave him attention This time he was treated to friendly affection He wondered what would have happened if had given up that night Would they have still won after all that fight? But he was glad he hadn't for he would have been seen As a pitiful injured soldier who wasn't keen. It's the choices we make And the chances we take That set us apart Only when, of course, the decision is made from the heart.
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