Soldiers march
march
march
march
march
waiting for that first gunshot
waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting
whats wroth fighting for they wonder
whats there for me?
will you lead me away?
or leave me lying here?
yes i am a soldier now
but far away in the distance a voice calls
remember yourself and your life
your a soldier now fighting in a battle to be free once more
that's worth fighting for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is decent. However the meaning is priceless. Keep up the good work