Solider

Through the midst I see a brave wounded solider.

Holds a gun in one hand and a knife in a holder.

Spends his nights with his hand holding a trigger.

Fingers on a clutch wondering if its worth his time.

Fighting a war that at times that seems like a crime.

His stone cold eyes forever searching the foggy night.

He has seen so many die out there on that bloody field.

Purple heart on his chest shows he still there.

He feels like a prisoner held in by chains of fear.

Will the mist that covers the dark ever be gone?

Scars still there to forever taunt his dark fears.

Would do they mock him for being so afraid?

O solider, don't you see the battle is now done?

The victory is now ours the battle is officially won.

Don't you see that your wounds show your bravery?

You no longer have to hide in the cold night anymore.

You can come out and see what life has still in store.
~Unknown