Our smile, not born of joy - as yours
Though, we push hard just to bear a little grin
If our mind was content by the world's allure
We could dream the dreams, of other mortal men
Our silence is not the loss for words - as yours
It speaks a loud tone that frightens us to hear
We wish the night could be for sleep, and not to endure
If only the knock of loneliness, fell on deaf ears
Frowns do not spawn of bad days - as yours
Veterans we are - our scowl carved in stone
Our hearts are wounded warriors, our lives are war forged
No soldier wants to die in battle, alone
We wish only to feel - as you
That this foreign land is home.
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