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Soldier Man
It comes with the winter breeze When the chill buries everything in sight Then solitude becomes a new bliss Amidst all the hurt and sorrow I reign, African soldier of war Though alone at night I cringe A little shiver, no one will see Those small tears for those that don’t speak Captives of the mechanized world,alone For what I fight for knows no victory My time draws in near sight. I am at war but my enemy has no faces The casualties are but a sad memory Yet this is life, I am what I am Me the soldier lost in the jungle Dense and far from my beloved home When the shelling stops, the silence As dead as everything in sight That winter chill sure kills everything But from the ashes of death My never ending war rages on.
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