My soldiers sleep so silently, and I think of their strength
One day when they go into war, will they be wide awake?
Tapping lightly on the door, I rouse them from their rest
"Hot food is waiting in the mess hall! Time that you get dressed!"
Even in their sluggish waking, they seem so full of life
Running off to wash and brush, their spirits young and bright
My soldiers, fed their hearty meals, are off to face the day
Of training, for the mind and body. Perhaps even to play
They love to play, but soon I know they will be called to war
How I can not worry, knowing nothing that's in store?
Even still, I'll play along to see their smiles glow
Remembering that love is what will win their war, I know
My soldiers come back sore and sticky, but still with work to do
Of course I'll lend a hand when needed, answer a question or two
Then I'll feed them once again, and let them take a rest
Holding them, reminding them that I think they're the best
Everything I do for them, all the prayers and tears.
Reflect my deepest love for them - my soldiers. My dears.