John Botica's
The Lonely Soldier
The Lonely Soldier
The
lonely soldier fighting his war
Reasons are uncertain
As he stands alone
on his battlefield
His enemy fights beside him
He
visits the graves of comrades who've fallen
In bloody battles of yesterday
As he wipes a tear from his eye he notices
All of the headstones bare his
own name
The battle's over but there is no glory
Broken bodies lay everywhere
The general gathers his surviving men
And
marches him back home
Copyright © John Botica 2000
