[[intro: We were asigned by one of my teachers to write a ballad... go figure. It had to be about a war or something... So... like usual on my poems, I wrote it and made an A+]]
"The Ballad of the Last"
The war lived on, so to speak
So many men were dying
As the men were out to fight
Their wives were back home crying
The guns were fired
The guy was shot
The nurse tried to save him but she couldn't
That was the day never forgot.
The world mourned
As the funral went on
As the folks cried out and said, "Good-bye."
The all knew he had ready gone.
Two years later
The war was now to the end
And as the solider looked around
And then he noticed he missed his friend.
He was all alone on the field
He was lost in the past
He also wanted to know
Why was he the last.
[[outro: Basically the story was about a war. You're probably thinking that there were only one guy left, right? No. In this, I meant; The solider's spirit came back to bid a Farewell... but the war was over. The soliders went back to their families... so He is left wondering "Why am I the last one? What happened?"]]