The Lonely Soldier

You ever stop to think about those that go into battle, what do they go through if they have to fight every day and watch their friends slowly die off, killed in battle, but they still live one.

The lonely soldier,

walks down that lonely road,

marching beside others,

but still very much alone.

 

Just walking to another place,

to fight and help along,

but never standing up to face,

the real battle he stands alone.

 

Every day he marches with his friends,

as he loses more each day,

he wonder when his day will come,

that cold and lonely day.

 

Will there be much pain,

before he passes from this plain,

will he see what awaits,

if he dies that day.

 

But this day comes and goes,

and nothing is ever the same,

another friend has gone,

another lonely day.

 

He walks again,

to another battle,

to fight this day,

to meet his fate anyway.

 

But every day is the same,

for he is the last to stay,

more men come,

but they never stay.

 

The war keeps coming,

further every day,

 for some the victory may come,

but he longs to be alone..

 

The bodies lie on the ground,

where they died with that terrible sound,

the sound of gunfire and explosions,

makes for quite a commotion.

 

But then he travels again,

with the rest of the new men,

ready to fight the next day,

ready to throw their lives away.

 

He walks off to the side,

and then breaks down and cries,

for all the friends he lost,

the ones he use to walk aside.

 

Then they take him from the field,

to find out what the truth has revealed,

to see that all the hope and pride,

have left his being and left his side.

 

But still they try,

to make him again whole,

but all the battles have taken their toll,

 all he feels is sadness that lies in his soul.

 

So they send him home,

to rest with the friends he has known,

but this is not his place,

when he still has to roam.