....
                       There was a clear, blazing fire
                       Lit in the dying embers of his mind.
                         "Can peace ever be found?"
                       As he lay in a bitter pool
                       Of his own life-blood;
                       His body pierced,
                       His soul slowly strengthening
                       In it's own fight to
                       Make it's way HOME;
                       He questioned his efforts
                       In that cruel war.

                       Then he thought to himself,
                         "I want to do this.
                          All along, this was my goal.
                          I came here for a purpose.
                          I can't give in now."

                      Then, raising himself from
                      That real, sticky mess,
                      He made his way through
                      The enemy lines.
                      He fought for the PEACE
                      Which would not fight for itself.

                      A good many times
                      He felt his body pierced.
                      He cried thousands of tears
                      For his pain and
                      For the wounded and dying
                      He had left behind him.

                      At the end of the day,
                      Still he fought on.
                      Growing stronger, not weaker,
                      In the face of his injuries;

                      Because

                      He pictured the face
                      Of his daughter at home and saw
                      The screaming children
                      He fought to defend.

                      All through the night,
                      For a week he'd not sleep.
                      And when it was over,
                      When his battle was won;

                      He returned home,
                      VICTORIOUS!
                      Only to find
                      That back home,
                      Living in the peace he'd fought to sustain,
                      Were thousands of thankless
                      Who mocked him and shamed
                      His pride.

                      Then, truly,
                      He DIED!