Soldier,

Put on your brave face and march

Down the silent battlefield

Your wheels spinning on the cold floor

And stirring up echoes of brave feats past

Breaking the silence.

Shoulder,

Let me cry into you

For the injustice that these acts, these battles you fought

Remain small

Insignificant

It upsets me.

Saviour,

Bandage up his wounds and make his brave face real

Brighten his skin and clear his eyes

Make him see

That I know

He is wonderful.