Battle soldier’s mindAs he was soaked by

Battle ScarsAn injured soldier laying on the ground,Clutching his wound with a fractured hand.The Ringing of an unholy sound,That matched the eerie nature of the land.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.The battlefield was far from kind,A twisted world of sorrow and pain.Something snapped in the soldier’s mindAs he was soaked by the blood stained rain.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.What if this was the day,In a land that’s full of sorrow,That he would drift away,With no hopes of seeing tomorrow.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.Everyone dies, there time will come,As our bodies are drained of blood.We know we’ll be missed at least by some,Even if we’re lost in the mud.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.All of a sudden, a cry was heard.The soldier began to think.The voice sounded broken and scared,So he crawled over on the brink.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.An enemy, was the man who cried,Not as twisted as our friend.Yet even though he’d almost died,The soldier would help him till the end.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.The enemy, he managed to save,Bursting with gratefulness for life.And whilst not yet in his grave,The soldier was still in strife.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.He wearily limped back,Struggling on his own.And as his eyes began to slackHe sensed he wasn’t alone.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.His friends surrounded him,Their faces rich with concern.Yet as they sang their hymn,He felt they should never learn.Hidden behind the tempered barsBe there the soldier’s battle scars.He wanted to appear fine.His fears should be forgotten.So he kept his worries in line,Or else things could turn out rotten.So he hid these fears behind tempered barsSo no one could see his battle scars.