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Memories

MEMORIES

I’m all alone high on the hill, the silent Warrior so very still

I gaze across the valley below, seeking what, I do not know.

Sadness fills my very soul, my heart so heavy my blood so cold.

I hear the cries and feel the pain, the dead and dying what did we gain?

The cries of dying, still fill my head, of the wounded and the dead.

There is no reason there is no rhyme, the battles go on time after time.

Why were we there, I'll never know, the letters came we had to go.

A war we fought but could not win, when did it start when did it end?

Some battles won and some were lost, was it ever worth the cost?

This is how men play their games, not even caring about the names.

They care not of the blood it cost, nor even of the young lives lost.

So still it goes until the end, the last one standing what will he win?

War is Hell. I’ve heard it said, I’ve seen the dying and the dead.

Peace will come for me one day, so until then I will stay.

I keep guard and silent watch , over my brothers living and lost.

I know one day that I’ll go home, and then I’ll never, be alone.

Steelrider