A soldier's tragedy |
A draft is what this is? Summoning you to paradise Smoke rises from the pallid earth Showing the lucrative lives gone dry They scatter and take out a handful of life lessons To spray the slugs to the ground Needed, the encouragement to go on and come home The strength to leave a crimson field To survive other poisoned mentalities Home is where you want to be Your personal asylum Where the little lines run free Echoing you’re given Ecstatic that you’ve returned With gifts of what they’ve dreamed Without you even knowing You’re the gift it seemed A calling comes towards sanctuary Leading to heaven Leaving loves at last Lost in the wounded meadow Trapped without a cause With the terror of the thought Souls whisper to you As the instrument rattles Playing a mollifying song Depart with us Join the breathless This land doesn’t need you But we, the spirits, do See this disaster from another view Don’t participate in the laughter Leave this suicidal garden of absent hope Come where the vision of your angels are clear This is a soldier’s cry For leaving a flower with a crippled stem And leaving little golden pellets with early reality Now this vacant spot at home is taken By not another lover, but another son Unknown to the fallen |