Fighting morning blues
With a broken smile
Nailed to a dream
Called victory
In the that ditch
where all the boys
Yearning their homes
They hold on to papers
Writing letters to their women
Tears and blood
Wondering When and how they survive this And how precious a moment When they’re finally home With their loved ones in their arms and so they all fall blood here grief back home Where I have no one to call my own Watching them fall Wondering Who’s that mighty that can get me killed? Where I have no one to long for To write for To go back for Where I call this battlefield home sweet home And I hold on to my sword And as they fall Nothing could harm me So I petty all the boys both sides This war will endure But it won’t be won And as they shouted a retreat I marched forward All eyes aimed on me Faster than arrows as I ran Suppressing their wits Straight to captain Through and through Torn by my blade With all the boys became one with their swords A defeat turned into glorious victory And all it took was one hit You son of a gun Who’s that mighty that can dodge your hit?
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Very strong, and I especially like "Where I have no one to long for / To write for / To go back for" after you've said the other soldiers do have those...