The Soldiers
Across the barren grounds of War they walks.
Perhaps into the light as we talk.
Fighting for a peace the eyes of the Lord would want to see.
Instilled in these soldier's is a walk to exist and will be.
The soldiers believe in fighting for Our Wills.
Careful rescuing lives and conquering hills.
Their strength not hindered by battles created from hate.
They walks in Their glory despite Their own fate.
Striding for victory for the peace of glory yet to come.
The dignity of the soldier:I'm not done.
Courageous the stance in the soldier's pride.
Dignity and respect I can not hide.
Across a land disturbed and so far from home.
The soldier's battle is built stronger then any Rome.
Bleeding by their heart's of a death knocking at their door.
All for the the satisfaction to win a horrific War.
They are always in a prayer as we kneel.
The songs yet to be written but instilled.
For the soldier's are the kings in my mind.
Full of honor and abilities so hard to find.
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