Fallen Angels

The guns sound like gongs, a strong force bringing soldiers to their feet.

They don't belong in this mess of a war, we still don't know what it's really good for.

Fallen angels, it's really painful to think that you've been through so much.

The pain really drains the thoughts as a prayer flows through the air from the families.

The bullets flying through the sky as crying echos from the mothers waiting at home fill the air.

The blood stains the mud because of something that shouldn't have been started.

We pray for the fallen angels who had their lives stolen by something so depressing.

It's sad their profession led to such aggression to cause blood shed.

They have died protecting their country while fully respecting their leader.

We salute our soldiers who have passed or never came home while they pursuit their dreams.

We stand in loving memory for over a century to show our appreciation.

We stand for those who came home wounded and will always be included to be remembered.

Our tears will sooth their fears and let them be brave while a new wave appears.

We pray for the day their souls will rest while new roles are formed.

The fallen angels killed, their blood spilled in action is something we never hope for.

We stand to remember the fallen, the wounded, and the missing in hopes of kissing a new fate.

We stand for the Fallen Angels.

Author's Note

i know my formatting is wring, deep apologies.