I found a man, amidst the chaos.
No lighted eyes, his dreams were lost.
I asked him was it was that ailed him,
Though I knew, ‘twas hope that failed him.
“I’ve looked upon the face of death,
And feel his hands, upon my chest,
reaching for my aching heart
I lost my faith, right at the start.”
I smiled weakly, I felt the same,
Except some hope I had maintained.
“We’ve been gone from home friend, for far too long
But I promise you, we’ll see the dawn.
The sun will rise, and it will set,
And with it we will get our rest.
You’ve marched and fought and carried on,
You’ve charged into the raging throngs,
Watched your comrades fall and die,
Seen life snuffed, as have I.
I cannot ask, you maintain faith,
Not here, not now, in death’s embrace,
For we’ve been gone from home, for far too long,
But I promise you, We’ll see the dawn.