For The Soldiers

Were all behind bars,
our bodies strewn with scars.
Our hearts yearning for the dead,
a recited prayer has yet to be said.
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The silence of night is torn by this grenade,
the bomb's whistle, a lonely serenade.
You don't know what we would trade,
for these killing machines to disappear, to fade.
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With heavy guns within our hands,
we try to make another stand.
For our country we are fighting,
mostly in the dark of the moon's lighting.
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We fight side by side with friends,
knowing this could be the end.
At day we return to camp and pray,
we pray we may be granted another day.
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Back home our families are grieving,
just as they did when they saw us leaving.
We hope to see them again someday,
I do miss watching my daughter play.