Cry Soldier
It hurts when I hurt I cry when I speak The battle in front I can't ignore it I walk in my shadows Made friends with the devil All to be sane to protect my country I move with anger And wait for the order I find my heart Hardened for war Knowing not what I'm coming to face. I move with weapons To fight men of status. Trained and strengthened to fight for the weak I move with all wrath So my love can live Live another day With joy and laughter Hoping my sins will fight for the meek I come to war I come for peace To fight the evil That lies within
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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