The Soldier

The only one standing

On the large battlefield

His eyes filled with pain

As he sees the destruction

He helped to create

He whispers a prayer

As soft as the sound

Of a butterfly's wing

To God up above,

A lost soul searching for a home

He knows his death is near

He will not fight it

He cannot live

With the vision within

Of the gruesome scene before him

As he takes his last breath

Pushing the air from his lungs

He says his farewell

To his family and friends

And is gone.