Walk The Soldier's Mile

I heard you call to me from Heaven on high,

You called out my name, and then gave a sigh.

And I began to pray, And aloud I began to pray,

And then I began listening to words you would say.

Walk in the imprints of the soldier's mile,

Carry the weapon, hear their trial.

Wrestle with the burdens of a hero's load,

Travel blindly~ down a war stricken road.

Don't turn your head, don't close your eyes,

Don't pretend you don't hear their cries.

Don't silence the pleas, of a now orphaned child,

Don't turn down the volume, to make it mild.

Scribble the pain, and write the fears,

Pen your memoirs in a hero's blood, while wiping tears.

Take your vacation on a once battled land,

Run your toes through the bloody Iwo Jima sands.

Watch the sunset from where a soldier laid dying,

And you must do all of this, without ever crying.

Walk the soldier's mile, and then try and refrain,

Try to muster a smile through the hurt and pain.

Stand in a jungle, with the air so thick,

With the smell of decaying bodies, without being sick.

Smile at your best friend, and look him in the eye,

Knowing any second, he will probably die.

Leave your friend lying face down, then turn and walk away,

But make sure you remember, there was no time to pray.

Walk the soldier's mile, then pen your journey's thoughts,

Then maybe you'll understand, the real battles that were fought.

I heard you call my name, from Heaven up on high,

Now I understand the reason you would sigh.

And I began to pray, and Aloud I began to pray,

If you need to talk, I'll be more than glad to stay.