A soldier born not of choice, but of fate,
From aisles of commerce to a war-torn state.

His old shop, a haven of simple days,
Now echoes with gunfire, life in disarray.

Through the chaos, his heart beats a somber song,
A civilian forced into war, where he doesn't belong.

The storefront memories, a distant refrain,
As he shoulders the burden of a warrior's pain.

Amidst the ruins of what life used to be,
A Ukrainian soldier, yearning to be free.

In trenches, he stands, a guardian unplanned,
Fighting for homeland, on this blood-soaked land.

Family, friends, a simple life left behind,
Yet in the battlefield, a new purpose to find.
© Veresk-верескьната