Sad Antham Of A Soldier Poem by Saint Cynosure

Many men and pounding steps,
march toward the battles debt.
Many men assured will pay,
by the ending of this day.
The price of freedom steep indeed,
does not come cheap to you and me.
Life is priceless,
soldiers see.
Souls can afford nothing.
The dead they live in a different realm,
where there are no shadows.
All alone no one to tell,
of their fears and sorrow.
Many men assured will pay,
and be standing there tomorrow.