Taps On a Bugle
Each day remains a struggle, through the chaos in his mind
A simple thank you goes a long way, towards possibly helping him find
His place among the living, when all he knows is war
It's changed him way down deep, some say even to his core
He struggles with his purpose, contemplates on his self worth
Sometimes wonders why he made it home, while so many more deserved
Lost his best friend he met in training camp, had to leave his wife behind
Came home to an empty house one day, the Dear John letter still reminds
When you hear Taps on a bugle, another hero's earned his wings
We can argue about the right or wrong, but what good will it bring
Leaving grief and loss and misery, and another family torn
He walked through deaths shadowed valley, yet went headfirst towards the storm
There goes a fallen soldier, but he didn't die alone
Like the millions gone before him, they'll welcome him on home
Knows he didn't die in vain, cause freedom was the cost
They'll always be remembered, and we'll always struggle with the loss
So give thanks to all the soldiers, as you go and wave your signs
But disrespect the flag they died for, and we won't take it kind
Someone has lost a son, a husband or a dad, a very special person, they never can get back
Respect the fallen soldier
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017
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