Lonely Soul
He sits alone beneath the stars
Keeping warm by a trash can fire
His clothes are old and full of holes
His home an old cardboard box and blanket
Everyday for him it is the same
He holds a cardboard sign
Just trying to scrape up enough money
Begging for anything so he won't starve
To look at him you wouldn't know
He was a war time hero
His platoon got struck by a bomb
His unit blown to pieces
He lives his life day to day
Fighting for survival
People sit and stare at him
Looking down on him in judgement
Inflicted with such trauma
He doesn't know how to cope
Every night when he goes to sleep
It's like he's still in a war
This man he is a hero
He saved so many lives
He gave up his freedom
So he could come back to this life
Alone, afraid no family to name
Just his blanket and his box
And a lifetime of such regret
For the soldiers that he lost
Maybe one day soon
Humanity will take a stand
Give this man his proper thanks
And a home that he can call his own
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