Wounded Soldier

Marching, fields they lay

before me all grey

the day we remove

day by day

little boy they say

play their games

teach them guns

it's just in fun

till their done

lines in the sand

countries drawn

men like shadows

slide crossed the ground

and shed their blood

head hung in distain

a lone man in this world so grey

killing is his shame

to protect those he loved

just to have them slain

broken down

in blood soaked clothes

in misery his glory is sung

oh wounded soldier

your heart in a sling

no promise does tomorow bring

with your sword held high

towards the sky

pray for rain to hide the cries

of those doomed to die

oh broken soul

who do you return to

when no one is left

the world around you

as empty as your depths

why do we march on

when we have nothing left

with which to fight

so lost inside

this confusion

do we even know what's right

the darkness crawl up from behind

it licks our path

bites at out heels

threatens to

swollow us again

the beast of slaughter

once more to consume

the protector

dearly corrupted mind

full of spite and might

currupted is thy rage

when with wisdom you

could be a sage

we exist not

on the same page

oh wounded soldier

do you hear the

train whistle blowing

the organ pipe calling

every heart weighing down upon us

as we throw I have left

into the world

carrying this burdon

a carbon cross

so heavy we bear in pride

till the day we died

torn up inside

yet can't let go

this pain welling up

so deep

but it's mine to keep

even with no tears

left to weep

it's what I am

but we want no pity

just walk at the side

and i will take your load

till the day

these tired wings do fold

forever you I hold

even as our bodies

grow numb and cold

I can never let go

Kaloriinn,James. Mason