A SOLDIER'S JOURNAL

Staring at these lonely walls
No feeling left in this heart of his
To him the past always calls
Sitting here, sipping the wine

A gun in his hand
Someone lying dead
Fighting in this desert sand
Send his love is what he last said

Past lives, lost friends
When the wound heals, the pain will go away
But the fear will never end
Like a piece of cloth, his future will fray

The past is all they leave behind
For everyone else to see
Freedom in the future is what he needs to find
He thinks about the past, and wonders how it could be

Now the sun is setting
When he dies, people will come to his grave
About the others people seem to be forgetting
They'll say he was a hero, and talk about how he was brave