 Faded glory Old medals resting on his chest Tarnished reminders Of a young man at his best Called upon to serve In distant lands unknown For king and for country No mercy to be shown Duty calls Fears he must cast aside There is no place to run to Nowhere he can hide So to the battlefield He marches head held high His heart pounding like thunder As darkness fills the sky A young boy’s dreams A man’s despair Entwined like barbed wire seen Sprawled across his hidden lair Faded glory Old wounds still not healed Though he survived the hell Of war on a bloodstained field For memories linger Where red flowers bloom And silent guns still echo The dreaded march of doom ~Claire~ back to index |