The Rhythm of the Fight
I see hurt pained faces,
Of all different races.
The loud noise fills the sky,
As the bullet passes by.
Soldiers keep marching forward,
No one knows what there going toward.
They all do it for a reason; a purpose,
When they see their family again they seem wordless,
Walking onto a battlefield into the home,
In their mind there is no reason to groan.
I do if for my country,
For my wife and kids who love me.
As I do this the world if filled with sadness,
But when I will be done the world is full of gladness.
I feel respect to all my fellow brothers,
As blood is shed I will keep looking onward,
So as will all the others .
We all have to strengthen our might,
This is the rhythm of the fight.