A lonely soldier,
Nowhere to belong,
Serving at sea,
Awaiting none.
Marching through the waves,
Alone at night,
No trees, no soil,
No creature of any kind.
No one can see you,
Sweating blood,
Counting the distant lights,
Forming lines as tears come.
You remember your grandma,
With her silver hair,
She told you all about it,
Everything you wish was there.
People laughing,
Kids running in the field,
Heartbeats and drums,
Songs of feverish dreams.
Golden harvests,
Two lovers and a house.
A place
We all gathered around.
A land where you belong,
A land where you feel held.
A place where you can rest,
A home, a shoulder, a nest.
Alone at night,
Marching all the way.
After the storm,
Many birds fly away.
But I, the soldier, decide to stay.
Picking whatever I can find,
To survive another day.
