Remember #PearlHarbor When a Soldier Cries Copyright 2013 Chris Martin A tattered picture, nearly faded to white Faces of the ones for whom a soldier fights In the empty silence of a world so far away On the rocky ground, the only place to lay A father dreams of home, family, and friends In war, there is no guarantee he will see them again Thunder roars with fury, lightning burns the darkened skies The mighty angels shed a tear, when a soldier cries She walks across the street, a young child stands alone Memories haunt her dreams of the daughters she left at home She tries to smile, show happiness through the tears Although she wants to help, the child retreats in fear At night she dreams of home, bedtime hugs and kisses She prays to one day have again, everything she misses She can still see their faces as they spoke their last goodbyes Nothing can soothe a heart, when a soldier cries In the pouring rain he stands guard, rifle in hand Just two years out of high school, his parents don’t understand He wanted something greater than just video games and fun He dedicated his life to become more than just an ordinary son A young man dreams of home and wishes upon a distant star The letters are few and far between, only time can heal a wounded heart In the gathering shadows, just beyond where the unseen lies Those who have gone before, bow their heads when a soldier cries The growl of crunching metal, searing heat and flames surround Voices of the wounded, silent screams that have no sound She left college early and signed up to answer the call Now lying in the wreckage, she wonders if it’s time to give it all The young woman dreams of home, but she doesn’t surrender to the fear She knows if they’re alive, they will come back and find her here Chaos and confusion, in a place where hope and fate collide She fights for every breath, there’s no shame when a soldier cries They stand in single file, one hand raised to touch their brow Men and women, young and old, bound together by a sacred vow Silently they watch as each car drives slowly past A beautiful flag covers every casket, heroes returning home at last Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, bravery at its best Defined by the unselfish act of sacrifice, courage passed the ultimate test With a will stronger than iron, nerves of steel and no compromise There’s nothing to give but respect and honor…when a soldier cries
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 13:46:58 +0000
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