A Moment Too Late
Come hell or high water the line he marched toward
To head off the charge that the foe would make
He chastened himself, urged his tired feet forward
Cruel sun with no mercy his uniform baked
He saw them ahead, and he started to run
Heart's chamber pounding, he stepped up his pace
But footsteps unsure, his plan came undone
Deep gashes and bruises covered his face
I spied him a moment too late, I'm afraid
Smoke cleared and he lay on the ground, so still
The shots that had felled him whistled 'betrayed'
The specter of death did my vision chill
(Yet) one thing I'll recall forever that night
Those lifeless eyes asked me if I was alright
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