Representational Picture

Deep in the woods of war

I saw a soldier singing a song of peace.

 

His legs broken

His blood all around him

But his voice like a sweet breeze

Fear of loneliness but still the joy of pride

 

A gun on his shoulder and a rose in his hand

He was singing the song of peace.

 

Tears streaming down his cheeks,

But no sign of stopping the song.

 

He had to choose a way,

back to home or the place where all the legends go

It could be the last hour of his life

Or the starting of

a new one.