Why did I let you get away
away, away to no man's land.
So far away, I could not hear you anymore,
nothing but the wariness of your voice
before you left.
Nothing nothing can ever replace this
feeling of peace.
As I sit here and wonder when you
will return. When will everyone return?
To their homes, to their families and friends?
When will you return?
I see through your eyes, the blood on your hands.
Your own and someone else's.
The eyes of the enemy you looked down,
down, down as the pupils went wide.
Many mounds of bodies later you crossed
to the other side.
Was there sunlight? Was there feeling of calmness?
No you said, there was only death. But yet no remorse.
Courage consumed you, it inspired others around you.
I can't let them die in vain
Badger, don't forget about him
So you keep going back to the valley of death,
but on your back you carry the thoughts of your family
and friends. Those who you could not save.
Those who died in your arms
And so days went by, none heard of your,
your, your voice for many days.
Why did I let you get away?
But I could not hold you back,
for the pride to defend held strong.
That very thing needed so others can soon live free,
And no one has to suffer in pain anymore
