The Lost Soldier

The lost soldier The smell of burning, the sound of a gun, Exhausted,fearful my body’s all done, To fight for my country seems a little surreal But there is pride in my heart and that’s just how I feel My comrades, my pals and also my teams Let’s get through this day as tough as it seems The battle commences it is bloody and quick What’s that I now see , it must be a trick Calm peaceful fields with no bodies to view Just hundreds of flowers in a beautiful hue I rise and walk in step along with my mates Towards those distant welcoming gates The only signs left are the people that weep With their precious memories that only they will keep