They fight for us,
They die for us,
They live and cry and try for us.
We hope for them,
We pray for them,
We sing and long and shed tears for them.
They go away,
Might not come back,
And in our hearts we hear them say:
"I'm proud to fight
I'm proud to die
I'm proud to live and cry and try
I'm one of many who've chosen this road,
This long, dusty, well-worn road
I do this so you can all live free
And I hope you all are proud of me."
YOU ARE READING
Collection of Poems
PoésieDo you think between the lines? Do you dare to delve deep into your consciousness and pick out the raw, untamed thoughts of your soul? I do.