Issue 3, September 2007

I used to lie in my hospital bed,

And often prayed that I were dead.

I felt the pain deep inside,

And forgot that I once had pride.

I couldn’t see what this war had done,

Taken my childhood, replaced with a gun.

I was so busy feeling sorry for me;

Blinded by hate, I couldn’t see.

Not hate for others, who I did fight;

But for failing to see wrong from right.

The pity that grew inside of me;

Changed me from what I used to be.

But now I know just how I feel;

I know the truth and what is real.

The pity’s not mine, and I should not hide.

For as a soldier, we stood side by side.

As soldiers we suffer, it’s how we live.

Giving all we have to give.

So feel no pity inside your heart.

Know with love, your life can now start.

You’re not alone, and will never be.

For as a soldier, you walk with me.