Ever the warrior, fighting man made foes.
Men of courage defending fellow warriors;
Their quest to win the war.
As men sit in high places,
dictators of blood and gore.
Suffering in silence ,
a warrior fights their war.
Bomb shelled nights and shrapnelled days,
bombs, bullets, aimed in his way.
Comrades die, no time to sigh,
as the fight goes on in the war zone they run.
Ever the warrior, not the instigators;
scarred, mentally disturbed
by the things they've had to face.
Just beside him his best friend dies;
pained so deep tears wont burn his eyes.
Yet that heart of gold,
has seen wounds untold,
from the warriors who fight,
for their country day and night.
Ever the warrior fighting mighty wars;
lost limbs, permanent scars.
Even when the war is over,
they'll still be fighting personal wars!