Weighted down by pack and fire
With boots covered in mud
A military paid man for hire
With a bullet on his tongue
Chalk powder on his fingertips
And a grizzle to his cheek
Be care
Dear soldier
As you travel on your way
Take lightly with your step
And words
And come back home someday
A well-aged knowing in his eyes
A kind of sad he shouldn’t see
With a touch of worry to his mouth
And his walk heavy and slow
He’s surely changed by the things around
Yet he doesn’t seem to know
Be weary
Dear soldier
As your travel hastens on
Keep light the way you think of things
And remember the ones you love
And you’ll be home soon enough
