What manner of life do we tread
Onward to lands less traveled
Men never met tell me where to go
Policies I never wrote do I defend
My hands are bloodied from the cold
My face burnt from the wind
Skin chapped and swollen
Chafed from the unfriendly terrain
Memories of home haunt my dreams
Last rites to happiness carry me farther
My life a chaotic restless fight
I, a soldier, never alone
I fight the causes of my leaders
Tomorrow a new day rising in the East
Yesterday now a burning past
But for today my duty I carry
For I, a soldier, silent and strong
Never ask of tomorrow
And yesterday I try to forget
by Danielle L. Holly
