BrookeA2007

=War=

Walking down a darkened hall A light at the end as we fall Our minds are clear God is near The angelic bells are all we hear An informal funeral Nothing is as meaningful As the visions of our land so beautiful There no morticians, The agressive musicians, Blow the men out of position Posters scream their words of praise being a soldier is all the craze Modern men of the latter days Young men are the preys Promises of honor and respect But now all that we are left with is regret Our bodies lie still thinking of the time when we cried "I WILL" These souls are lost, Which is the cost These men are gone Loved one must must be strong As they proceed in their hearts they plead "May it end So we may be home again"