He Is The Soldier

He comes in the shadows of the afternoon sun

Leaves in the darkness of the dimming evening night

Hiding in the blackest corners of his rooms

Sometimes the coldest area of the day or night

Sleeping in bed made of wood board and wood planks

Or just a mat thin as grain

Dressed in fatigue

They stand proud and strong

To be respectful of everything and everybody around

Yet being part of service is never the easiest

Job around but they’ll be the strongest and most respected in town

He is the soldier trained for war

The friend to the starving in need he found along the way

The father away welcomed home with the biggest hug and tears cried

He is loyal tied up and signed

In the end he’s the one you can trust to help you in need

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