A lonely soldier in the war field of mind,
Fights with pen not a sword cause his hands are tied.
Fighting for freedom all freedoms,
Even freedom of mind.
The soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life.
The dream of a soldier lies beyond the battlefield,
You can see it in their eyes.
Take a moment to stop and pray, for it is they who fight and bleed and die, everyday.
The soldier keeps us safe from things to come, by being on the front line where there might be none.
Those that never were one shall never know the glory of that special comradeship for they were brothers in arms.

Written April 18th 2014