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A Soldier Tale
A Bleeding heart, a quiet sound
The sound of a grown man in pain
A fearful soul, the silent fear
The hoping that I’ll still be here
A soldier in pain, one fallen tear
Like the sound of two colliding planes
The pain is so deep
The wounds are real
The shot of a gun
The flying of a bullet
Diseases like none other living soul
The hit of a soldier
The falling of a hero
A bleeding heart, the pride of being
Tomorrow may just be the last
The pride of being, the pain, and the hero as portrayed
But still with pride with the last breath
Been through the mill, witness a lot
But the pride will never subside
Fit to be tied I am
When I witness the pain
Snug as a bug life I may never know again
Hard case I am
The fight of eternity
A Bleeding heart a quiet sound
I lay my life
For the cause that is real.
