The Silent Soldier
He returned his sword to its sheath with his hand
Secure in the knowledge he s done all he can
To bring peace once again to this strange, troubled land.
As he scanned the horizon, a war weary man,
He knelt down and prayed, with his head on the sand
His duty fulfilled, with his honour his bans.
Thankful once more that hed not come to harm
He rose to rejoin his comrades-in-arms,
Whilst his thoughts strayed back to that long-distant farm
Where he as a boy had played on in the barn.
The lady he left behind, oh so calm
How he longed for her now, for that welcoming charm.
With her clear, bright eyes and her raven hair
And her gentle sweet skin so pale and fair,
This lady had managed his heart to ensnare.
His feelings so true were laid open and bare,
He left with the others, his fate unaware
He longed to be free to return to her there.
He returned his gaze to the blazing fire,
The sky aflame by the funeral pyre.
His heart weighed heavy, his soul it did tire
To see all those lives pulled down in the mire
This terrible loss, as he made to retire
Weighed heavy on him, his will to expire.
Darkness drifted in silence until
Disturbed, as alarms floated over the hill.
The sleepers once more are called forth to fulfil
The call of their duty, of honour and still
Fighting goes on, each one taking his fill
Now is it a dream, or is it for real?
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