For He Is Tired
For He Is Tired All alone with thoughts soldier kneels to rest On top of hill: musket cools down from fire With hopes of night’s silence; for he is tired With heart beating so fast inside his chest So young, so brave; home thoughts keep him inspired All alone with thoughts soldier kneels to rest On top of hill: musket cools down from fire The smoke, the smell, the noise they all attest This war drags on; the sky filled with gunfire He thinks of those now still and knows he’s blessed All alone... Sign in to see full entry.