A Soldier's Prayer
I was at war,
fighting for my nation.
Blood stained the ground,
the sounds of guns and bombs
pierced our ears—
like ominous words carved in the air.
When I lifted my head,
I saw us fighting with one hand,
while others already lay lifeless.
Our families prayed,
hoped we’d return safely.
But as I looked at the sky,
time stopped for a breath.
And I whispered—
“God, even if we lose our lives for the nation,
be with our families.
Give them hearts of stone,
so they will never regret
the prayers they made for us.”
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