Soldiers Life

The path of the soldier is cold and alone
far from family and far from home
always for honor and never disgrace
winning a war is like a big race
battle buddy close, battle buddy near
with him at your side you've nothing to fear
your mother, brother, sister and dad
always thinking they'll hear something bad
the war is over, they send you all home
your significant other always by the phone
on their doorstep you seem to appear
embraced in your arms they break into tears
deep inside burns something you fear
someone fell in battle that you hold dear
your battle buddy died defending his friend
to everyone else he is only a statistic and dead
you go to their family so they mourn not alone
they received this message from the phone
your at his funeral as you look on
there lies the best person you've ever relied upon...


Something i wrote awhile back