|-[Jx3]-| Fort

Clothes soaked with blood, and blood on his boots As he breaths he gurgles blood He lays in the shadow cast by a wall of stone A million miles from home Eyes wide with fright. His brothers by his side. He quietly prays as he slowly dies As blood drains from his body, color leaves his face His blood waters the flowers in this God forsaken place They hold him so he doesn’t die alone. They hold him until they have to bag him and send him home. Tears leave streaks down a dirty face Sorrow and emptiness now takes his place With the utmost care they zip up the big black bag and wrap his body in a flag. A hero is going home.