Fought For Me

When you lay down to sleep each night, your mind wanders into the yonder far into war where heaven lies a beautiful sunset on the horizon. The colors paint the sky to match your eyes a blueish green, sharp and keen. The flowers below the soldiers that fall a soft yellow bed they rest their heads. Blood stains bright on uniforms bold you from a distance watch metals shine gold. They did this for me, my family, my sisters. They fought and died with our fairest wishes. It doesn't make sense, these men so brave died for one thing, the freedom we crave.
-Makalia Vos