The Apparent Hero

I don't know where this one came from. Nonetheless, I enjoy it.

A man stands alone

In a ripped blood stained shirt

The battle is won

But inside he is hurt

 

With his own two hands

He's sown this feld of dead

Not even thinking

But just doing instead

 

He falls to the ground

Right down upon his knees

And pulls out his hair

For the bodies he sees

 

He looks to heaven

With his blood hands held high

Praying with sorrow

Is his own heartfelt cry

 

They'll never find him

Hid himself in the field

Apparent Hero

Your grave to me appeals