In war soldiers get called,
They don’t know what pain they face,
They don’t know how many of their brothers will fall,
They won’t know how many remain at the end of the day,
Nor will they know how much land they gain.
The soldiers don’t know how long each blast will be,
They don’t know if this will be the last day they see,
Soldiers hear the deafening noise, the loud sound,
They feel the trembling ground,
The cost of the dead,
The amount of tears shed,
The amount of hearts split into parts,
The amount of lives torn apart,
The long wait like a dark night,
The wait is like an extremely long tunnel, at the end finally a speck of light.
War may silence every voice,
But hope will always be our choice.