Soldier at War

In a world,
Where black is white,
And white is black,
A fathers love is in a distant place.

A gun in hand,
Pointing toward some child's head,
Lost in thought,
His children back at home.

As time ticks by,
The gun drops down,
He hears a scream,
It sounds so close, yet so far.

It sounds of fear and of hate,
But, most of all the innocence leaving you,
He looks to see where it comes from,
Only to find it comes from inside,
He knows this child must die.

If not by his gun,
Then by the bomb strapped to it's waist,
He hears the ticking of the clock,
And raises the gun to pulling the trigger...

He sits up in bed,
Next to the woman he loves,
Forever being tortured by the memories...

  A soldier at war.


By: MandaLynn