Sweet Child Of Mine Poem by Michael Buchanan

lay down my sweet child
On the dew covered grass.
The final moments,
The last of all breaths to breath
Just another soldier dieing,
Cold and hard his body shall become,
his mind so bleek.
The once unique soldier lays,
So much like the others.

Close your eyes and sleep,
for one last time.
one destination, no last retribution,
nothing but prayers and tears.
As we mourne his passing.
And his Never-Lasting years
and his forever living fears.