No Guts No Glory
I haven't seen my family in over two years,War dragging on, trying to survive the blood and tears.
My feet are blistered from walking all those miles,
Grim determination on our faces, no more smiles.
Following in the footsteps of the ones who went before,
Hunger gnawing on my insides, I can't take much more.
No guts no glory is what we were told,
Sounds good when you're not hungry and cold.
I made a vow to my wife I would make it back alive,
Put one foot in front of the other and try to survive.
One more battle another blood soaked farm,
Just doing what we must, inflicting harm.
Disgusted with everything down to the rags on my feet,
Just want to go home but I keep marching to the drum beat.
I will return to my home, I made a solemn vow,
Rivers are running blood red, I will make it somehow.
Thoughts of going home are what is getting me through,
For now I will endure and do what I must do.
Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-07-24 at 04:56
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