Soldier's Battle
Hollowed wounds sculpted in stone
Feel the ache of battle as I moan
Between these cities lies an untold story
Of life and death and higher glory
The footprints of the soldiers have long been gone
But you can still hear their distant song
I reach for my sword as I struggle to survive
And I know I won't be getting out of this alive
They all charge foward with their muskets in hand
And I look to see where the others land
I wait once more to hear the command
But then I look down to see my bloody hand
I'm knocked down to my feet and hear myself sigh
And deep down I know it will be my last goodbye
The bullet flies through me with good intent
And Im hoping it will be heaven sent
I watch as the the world fades around me
Tasting my blood like the tides pulling the sea
Soon the day fades to darkness
And I am all alone to wonder the fields of hell
Distant to the other men that fell
Battle still happens here each and every day
Even the dead will find a way
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