March

March on

March till the beat inside your head is gone.

Try to walk and you’ll fall behind

Just keep the pace of a soldier’s mind.

It’s part of war for a man to fall,

His brothers watch him answer his duty call.

And blood may flow from a friend in need,

But reach to help and you too will bleed.

We have our ups, we have our downs,

These bombs keep falling all around.

The skies are haunted with death and smoke,

The soldiers cry, and scream, and choke.

One is a witness to all of the same

That another can play like it’s only a game.

Marching away from a groaning field,

The man in front is my only shield.

And my dear, I write, so weary yet still,

My love has driven me to regain the will

To march towards home, through smoke and mud,

These bullets cannot take all of my blood.