There's Always a Tomorrow

Bravely, oh so bravely do the soldiers cry, as they lift their lonely rifles to the sky. Slowly, so slowly do their victories go as they plunder through the winter snow. Gently, so gently do the white flakes fall as they cover eyes of dead men once tall. Calmly, so calmly did he keep his fear in place as death came nearer, nearer to his face. In his second letter he was sure that in time, things would get better. He said no matter how hard today had been tomorrow the battle they would win. There's always a tomorrow he would say, tomorrow, a better, brighter, kinder day; But somehow tomorrow became the same except for him, tomorrow never came. Written in 1965 for a long lost friend.