The Ultimate Price
To wait, timeless darkness from the last breath
In a painted twilight as the soul wept
The soldier in harm's way who met his death
On the sacred ground in blood where he stepped
Tomorrow will come to rising sad sun
Dawn's light will glow on all the frozen dead
Scattered flesh will remind life's course had run
In far empty eyes, survivors descend
When sadness reflects deep in the eyes well
And tears stream to the lost soul's bitter end
In fields of blood and memories of hell
In the mind of a battle, his days he'll spend
To die for his country so far from home
Trumpets will blow and all the Angels will moan
9/1/18
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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