I was a solider born to die
If I die in a war zone,
Box me up and send me home.
Put medals on my chest,
Tell my mother I did my best,
Tell my father not to bow,
He won't get tension from me now.
Tell my brother to study perfectly,
Keys of my bike will be his permanently.
Tell my sis not to be upset,
Her "bro" will not rise after the sunset.
Tell my love not to cry,
Because I am a solider born to die.
Tell my friends this isn't the end,
That they will see me in the sand.
People come and people go,
As the tide washes down below,
Soldiers fight and people cry,
But deep inside we all fight.
Physically or mentally,
Emotionally or physically,
We are all soldiers, born to die.
But I utter these words carefully,
With these stupid poems I share tearfully,
Some people live happy, full lives,
And others are soldiers, meant to die.
