He stood tall at the top of the hill
With distant eyes he looked down at the field
Lost lives, blood shed
It took all his courage not to pierce the blade
Through his flesh
He was what he was
Just like those men; warm hearts caught in the war web
It was insane
What those soldiers had to go through
It's calm for long and then comes what is true
Black before your eyes and minutes just go by
Memories don't come
You don't see the ones you love for the last time
It's just you and the ground below;
the sun shines above
But the skin is too hard to feel
the warm touch doesn't exist
Anymore;
Should they be scared for choosing what they wanted to be?
But no, they didn't want this
Sad eyes of orphans looking with plead
They save but can't save 'em all
And he feels guilt
For leaving them behind, for not helping enough
But it's not his fault
he is what he is
A brave man who came home safe
And his family thanks Him for it every day.
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