A soldier weeps
Standing over an open grave,
Over the friend he lost
Which could have been saved.
His friend got shot in the chest
And was dragged to safety,
The soldier screamed out
"Why didn't this happen to me?"
His friend lie there bleeding
Help didn't come in time,
The soldier's friend died in his arms
The sun ceased to shine.
A soldier weeps
Over a friend, he'll never forget,
He damns his government to Hell
Being in the army, he now regrets.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.21/2006