They retreat from the past <br />For they know they shall never forget, it will never pass <br />As those they love shelter behind whats to come <br />For from the bottle of pain they take some <br /> <br />They wait for the day to come the day to leave <br />Yet until then the fire, and horror shall make them greive <br />Their friends longing to hear ther voices, feel their touch <br />To think they will never see their faces again, they shall not think of such <br /> <br />The sounds fill their ears as they wait for the firing to subside <br />As they know they stand with the others side by side <br />They long to be home, to be in peace, to be in their place <br />And they know time is all they face <br /> <br />It shall come, the day it ends <br />The day the memories end, the memories that shall not mend <br />They know they will be back to the place they love <br />The day America sees the dove <br /> <br />As they wait they think of those back here <br />And know it is for the lives back home they fear <br />They know that their here, they just don't know why <br />As they sit behind the sheild of life they look to the sky <br /> <br />As they sit they do not know that back home we look to the same sky <br />As they sit and wait they wish it were all a lie <br />As they sit and yern for hope they look above <br />For they know in their heart this is a soldiers love <br /> <br /> <br />(may all the soldiers get back safely to their homes, and family. And hopefully it shall be soon that america sees the dove. god bless all soldiers and everyone)<br /><br />Bethany Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soldiers-love/
