A Lone Soldier
I feel lonely, oh so lonely.
A heart that stands alone is sad.
still sitting in the shade he waits,
waits for the one who he has guided
through so many hardships and wars
But now the forgotten warrior is
the one who needs a guiding light.
Where is my baby, where is my love,
he says as he bleeds on the battlefield.
I want go home, I want see her again.
He struggles up and walks onwards,
The battlefield is long, but his love is longer.
I will make it home, I will see her again.
Body weak and spirit drained the white creeps
upon his lowly mind.
Babe, help me. Falling to the ground the
lonely warrior see's his love once more,
before passing from this life to the next.
Love found, love lost, taken by the sword.
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This journal is a collection of my thouhts and little quirks. I'll probably write some story or poetry ideas in here so help yourself and have a gander.
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