Living within a death consumed shell,
Engrossed by the madness; a horrifying hell.
Another day goes by living life in a tomb,
Not a sun in the sky, nor a flower to bloom.
Identity lies within the names on the tags,
Fighting for freedom, fighting for flags.
The empty, sorrowed soldier’s eyes
Watch in silence as another man dies.
Locked inside this final fight,
Soldiers die for wrong and right.
And here their bodies laid to rest,
Each of their hearts and souls ablessed.
For one is but a grain of sand,
Lost along this foreign land.