His tired boots droop by his side
Dark hatred shatters the sky
Whereby the cracked and battered helmet
rests near
The wind sings her story
Gently, over the soldiers' ear.
The milky sprinkled heavens smile down
saying to the soldier through the breeze
" You will be home soon,
Just across that restless sea you will be home son,
Sleep safely now, untill the scorched sun awakens thee."
It's dawn
 
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