A far away memory,
Whispering in my ear,
A quiet spirit,
Begging me to hear.
A fallen soldier,
In the midst of war,
Screams in cold agony,
And longs to be warm.
She is left there,
Dying all alone,
She cries in the silence,
And dreams of being home.
I walk along a path,
I hear her silent tears,
I run to her aid,
As her end draws near.
She looks up with her eyes,
I wipe tears from her face,
I bandage all her wounds,
She smiles as we embrace.
Some time seems to pass,
Her cuts not fully healed,
But she's doing so much better,
Than she was that fateful year.