Hand in hand,
Steps in tune
Like soldiers at war,
We held on to our guns
So close yet so far,
A hope for victory insight
Yes our survival,
Is promise not guaranteed
We still march forward,
Watched our brothers fall
Bodies on bodies,
Tears on our cheeks
Yes move forward we did
Not one could tell what lays ahead
In this war we all fight
A dream of better tomorrows
Yet before us lay,
The trampled grass dyed 'Crimson'

Soldiers in arms
On a journey called Life

© Dena's_poetry