He was only 16,
                                                          ­      He wanted to join,
he was too young to die,
                                                         ­       he was old enough to fight,
the loss for his family,
                                                      ­          for the good of his country,
he had so much to live for,
                                                         ­       he had so much to die for,
that poor boy,*
                                                         ­       that good boy.

So very fast
traumatic Impact
total White Out
shook out from me
what's left of me
is now rearranged.

Once what was
well-oiled cogs
under-hood
still miffed
by the ***** of
Sudden Shift-ing.

I raised up from
my Chest Cavity
in a Mist ~
Wild,
my Primal Scream.

This wasn't
a dream
but rather
some kind of
grainy
film flickering
nightmare
howling beast,
"More
Blood Lust
Please!!"

Wipe up these wounds
and earthen dirt,
Arise, Re-connected.

Focus on the life inside
your
Innerlight
~to see You through~

Stand up Staight and Proud
Soldier-Boy/
Soldier-Girl

Rise!

Walk
with
Head held High

Rise!

Only the Strong know why~

Resilient
Soul
would not
Shake Away~
with You
It stays

Rise!

Courageous
Strong
and
Brave

The brave soldier
Standing tall and proud
Never backing down
Always ready to fight
Always ready to die

The soldier lost himself
And fell into the enemy line
He stopped fighting back
He give in, he lost.

The soldiers no longer a soldier
He's a poor soul, a lost boy.
No longer proud of who he is.
No longer standing tall and free.
The once proud soldier lost himself in the sea.

oh dear soldier boy
when will you come home
play with a toy
little soldier boy
you've forgotten haven't you?

put down your gun
learn how to laugh
forget about war
the fields are far away
and all that's left to say
is run with me soldier boy

have you forgotten your mother's face?
have you forgotten how to smile?
have you not learned how to love
or sigh to the sky far up above

put down your bayonet
forget about all the blood
lay here in the grass
not in the mud
hear the pretty singing
hear church bells a'ringing
don't forget me soldier boy

and promise to come traipsing
back over the hills
to your mother dear

o, little soldier boy
have you forgotten how to dream?
how to laugh and smile?
dont forget me little soldier boy
I'll be waiting on this hill always

don't forget me soldier boy

Soldier Boy in Iraq,
sleeping with your gun
nestled by your side,
pimples on your face,
a foreign place
to rest your head,
and your bed
is as harsh and unforgiving
as the desert sands.

You fear maybe the next bullet
may be for you,
nothing new
in your mind.
You've seen your kind
fall before.

Iraqi faces,
some grateful,
some hateful,
give you odd and curious glances.
Women and girls in veils,
tales of woe,
tales of fear.
Men and boys draw near,
captivated by the Yanks
who dare to be here.

Soldier boy in Iraq,
say your prayers.
Draw close to God,
and He will draw near
to you.
Your mom is looking forward
to your letter
and you think it's better
to waste no time
and write it now.