I am left the lone soldier on the battlefield,
The others have fled.
Heroes into the arms of God
Cowards to the hills.
I am alone in the light of day;
No masters to serve, nor subordinates slave.
I can see for miles,
Yet this ground is unknown to me.
I walk the line between history,
And numbered days.
Shall I be a fabled burst of flame,
Or be forgotten as smolders of ash?
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
I am left the lone soldier on the battlefield,
The others have fled.
Heroes into the arms of God
Cowards to the hills.
I am alone in the light of day;
No masters to serve, nor subordinates slave.
I can see for miles,
Yet this ground is unknown to me.
I walk the line between history,
And numbered days.
Shall I be a fabled burst of flame,
Or be forgotten as smolders of ash?
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