The Soldier

He looked at his little girl,Sleeping soundly in her room.
He recalled holding her for the first time,
And all the first times after.
My princess, he'd call her,
While singing her favourite lullaby
He kissed her forehead, ready to leave
Hoping to see her again.
Closing the door behind, with tear filled eyes
He put on his uniform, hugged his wife goodbye.
I'll see you soon he said, I promise I'll be back.
In the battle ground he stood
fighting for his country,
And to make his princess proud.
With bullets all around,
He heard a shout and turned right
To catch one in his heart.
He fell to the ground, taking his last breaths
Faces of her two angels, waiting for him,
Was all he could see.
He did come home, sooner than they thought;
Just like he promised,
Not how his family wanted.
But salutes to the way they held high their head,
For he died a soldier, but he'll never be dead.

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