THE SOLDIER 

He wakes up to noise

And he wakes up to hate.

He'd love to sleep in,

But he can't be late.

 

His job is waiting for him

To be there in the sun.

No one cares if he's tired

Or not having fun.

 

He always has to be aware,

Lives are on the line.

He desperately needs a break,

But his job's not like yours or mine.

 

The life he saves is not his own,

He does it for you and me.

He does it so you and I can live,

But most of our country cannot see.

 

We should be supportive

Of this strong, brave man.

He swears he will never, ever cry

But we need to tell him he can.

 

Don't blame him for how he feels.

He needs us all to see,

That he is the soldier

Who would die for you and me!

 

© Tawnya Michels, November 2004