The echo of a dreadful night cannot contain a valorous heart
The searing blood in a warrior's veins does not succumb to a vanquished heart
The clashing of swords, gory and raw do not sway the mighty "outlaw"
She charges deep into the dawning war with strands of darkness glistening under the waning star
Thoughts of her faith she finds futile
For who can make the brave abide
Her heart that streaks with mutiny and rebellion
seeks only for a fellow Sneer
A renegade at birth, she wanders on
Finding peace she suspects will slip through her claws
The brown of her parched skin glistens as the dark embraces her flaws
She flourishes under the night's indifferent maze
and comes alive under the moon's sliver gaze
She longs for an invitation to a land far-off
with water that soothes her war ridden heart
A traitor, rebel and a renegade to her own
she wishes to be a lover in a warrior's home town
To at last find the peace that her heart longs
And satisfy the cravings of a heart that's been reeking of betrayal all along
She whispers her yearnings to the Full Moon
and hopes her prayer will come through soon.
What she might have been was hidden
Beneath self-destruction and depression
Despair so black it silenced light, war-ridden
Life without purpose, true love forbidden
Leaving darkest doubt lost in the impression
What she might have been was hidden
Her emotions, joy and hope, bedridden
A hole in her soul reflects every transgression
Despair so black it silenced light, war-ridden
Wonders in tears, promise of love, backslidden
Suicide whispering like a taunting obsession
What she might have been was hidden
Love cried out to her but she simply didn’t
Hear its voice – its feeling a wonderous confession
Despair so black it silenced the light, war-ridden
The music of prayers erasing suspicions, unbidden
Warring inside her, awful confusion and aggression
What she might have been was hidden
Despair so black it silenced the light, war-ridden
You read in the papers you watch on the news
Coalition soldiers amidst as the killing accrues
In these theatres of war we lose many lives
In these wars of man only death thrives
But every so often there's a turn for the good
A life is saved they couldn't do what they could
The lives of a family murdered by cowards
Shot in cold blood bullets they showered
But from this tragedy a life was saved
It's of a little girl and a soldier who braved
A Chief Master Sergeant in the USAF
Allows mans humanity to kindly show face
This little girl who was saved was shot in the head
He stayed by her side for she should have been dead
To see pictures like this in the theatres of war
Maybe it's understandable to see what we fight for
An alleged soldier in wanton family wipe
What takes a soldier to become their type
My heart goes out to this little girl
And all the other children caught up in this war ridden world
Written on the spur of the moment after receiving a picture from Sara Kendrick
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php
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