A wounded soldier should not fight in war,
The bleeding won't stop if he does anymore,
If only you can feel what he feels as you stare in his eyes,
For all the death of all the soldiers that disappear and die,
Forcing a soldier to do the job right,
Giving it there all and giving it all their might,
Depression falls all around the battlefield as blood falls,
Giving up your own life when duty calls,
Wipe away all the tears and blood,
There is no such thing but only mud,
Fighting more until the war ends,
But the difference is that the war can always bend,
There's no time for friends, family or kids,
Duty calls so put on your lids,
Shoot to kill, and let the blood spill,
Feel the chill, and for every pain, take a pill,
One for one and one for all,
Stand up straight and stand up tall,
Fight for the country with every last breath,
Try to prevent death, or be the last one left,
Do not give up for all the soldiers out there,
All of us people really do care.
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