Violet_Writes

A Soldier’s Lament

With a gun in my hand and my team on the way,  
I take my shot, sealing my fate.  
I\'m a soldier; this is my play—  
Take the shot, take it day by day.


In this life of mine, there\'s no choice,  
It\'s pain, a burden, yet still my voice.  
I should be thankful, not all are blessed like me,  
But I can’t silence the bratty kid inside me.


Complaining and whining, it\'s a strain,  
I’m shot and bleeding, weary of the pain.  
I say I’m fine, I’m good, but it’s all a bluff,  
The bandage can only do so much.


Bleeding out, losing sense,  
The battlefield is where they say I belong.  
So strong, they see me,  
But it’s all a pretense.


I want to cry, I want to fight,  
To be someone else, to take flight.  
Yet it’s a pain, a constant game,  
The bratty kid wins, it\'s all the same.


Shot and dying, this is me,  
A soldier\'s life, a bitter decree.  
A soldier’s truth, a soldier’s lie,  
In this battle, I silently cry.