The cost of Surviving war
The passed a place with deep regret
Don’t want to remember, cannot forget
There’s scars and wounds that will not heal
For I had to main I had to kill
I had to follow the orders gave
And send my foes to meet their grave
The nights are hard for the faces live
Inside my head they won’t forgive
Their anger haunts my thoughts and dreams
Their words are just their eyes fordeems
My burden to bear, untill I leave this place
Their loved ones cry’s my fall from grace
I can’t turn back tides or turn back time
So bare my soul and write this Rhyme
I whisper my apologies
for all of my atrocities
A soldier has to pay the price
They bare their arms and roll the dice
If it was not him it would be me
I rolled a six he rolled a 3
I wish history could be rewrote
I wasn’t on that sea,or in that boat
I did not land upon that shore
I have no medals in my drawer
No strangers I did not wish to meet
No blood soaked sand beneath my feet
I have no faces in my head
No one mamed no one dead
No broken hearts no loved ones lost
For that I would pay any cost
By David Ashby
21/09/2024 3.32AM
Copyright © David Ashby | Year Posted 2024
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