The Battlefield
not in a place where bullets fly and land
and sometimes hit there mark
not in a place where mines are planted
waiting for a spark
not in a place where forces charge
to route the enemy small or large
it is a place where sad news breaks
and wounds the caring heart
"I've been hit!" cries a soldier
"I've been hit!" cries a mom
"I've been hit !" cries a father
who has lost his only son
I've been hit!" cry the relatives
who were hit in the heart
when they heard that their kin
did so violently depart
they do dispare where ever thou art...
on the battlefields where you have gone
you took with you our hearts
battlefields so far away, but as near as
our hearts
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