Unknown Soldier
My soul is not broken, but I am weak
Filled with words though unable to speak
Wounded and bowed, the cut’s run deep
Battle scarred and weary, in need of sleep
Fighting a cause that seems to be lost
Standing until the end to count the cost
One man’s war against an army of many
Not sure if help will come, if any
Inside the trench I have some reprieve
For fallen comrades I must wait to grieve
Into the fray out of the trenches and over the top
Deafening sound of Machine guns, when will it stop?
Moving forward through the smoke and the screams
The chilling echo of a generations dying dreams
Disorientated and confused trying to find cover
Across the battlefield bodies lie on top of one another
Numb and cold trying to keeping emotions in check
But behind the mask lie’s a nervous wreck
Running on empty only courage and grit will keep us going
Hoping we will see our families again, but never truly knowing
Close quarter fighting, exchanging blows hand to hand
Moving forward on the orders of command
Gaining ground the enemy in organized retreat
Offering prayers that our mission will soon be complete
Night fall again and silence falls across the land
A chance to rest and regroup before our final stand
Morning breaks and silence is broken once again
The fighting continues with the few that remain
After so many month’s, week’s, day’s, hour’s min’s and seconds
Finally within our grasp the chance of victory beckons
As we engage, forging ahead each blow we strike, each step we tread
Upon our shoulders the weight of expectation, lest we forget the dead
Though nothing is certain in the cauldron of war
Our destiny is written of this I am completely sure
If victory and peace is to be the outcome of our final act
Let us pray that what we achieve will forever remain intact
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