When My Time Comes

Doing my soldier's duties, unaware of the time, I have. Just beginning, a ordinary day, working with my fellow staff. Going through, the familiar motions, assuming all will be the very same. Suddenly a change begins to occur, not knowing, who is, to take the blame. For my life, is now, in the imbalance, the fight for spirit, to live or be free. When the battle begins, to truly unravel, then how many people will then cry for me. Because this soldier, has given his life, that should definitely, mean something to all. Hope to be truly remembered, for the life once lead, despite my tragic downfall.