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