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Friday, January 25, 2013

Mercy Soldier


It was just yesterday
Riding through the woods
Building a fort
Running the fastest on the court
Peace at home
World at war

He was quiet, but strong
Shy, but nice
But don’t mess with him

1944, swept off to war
His parents taught him well
Fighting for country
Let’s get the job done

Foxhole
Cold, dark, and wet
Dreaming of home
And warm summer nights
Falling asleep to an owl’s smooth, sweet song

Is this how it’s really supposed to be?
Fighting an enemy
A brother, a friend he could be

He shoots from a distance
Enemies eyes, he can’t see
“Bayonets on”, they charge to free

A thrust of anger to avenge
But the fallen soldier pleads
Mercy, mercy please

Is this how it’s really supposed to be?
Fighting an enemy
A brother, a friend he could be

It was just yesterday
Riding through the woods
Building a fort
Running the fastest on the court
Peace at home
World at war

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