Bleary-eyed
Tongue dried and cracked
Muscles weak
Confidence meek and tried
Weighted down beneath your armor
Maybe thinking your a goner and hoping for a win
Hunger biting
Continual fighting and fear
Fear maybe not for personal soul
But to bring right to those who stole the true meaning for justice
Carrying soldiers across the plain
But fear not, soldier, for you will walk again
With the weight of a victory striding you strong