A Soldier

A soldier A man trained to kill Some of the things they learn are not an ordinary skill made to be common as the man by his side There is one thing they know That in each other they can confide I’ll watch your back And you’ll watch mine It’s a creed that is chosen When a man signs on the line Trained to fight And be a protector of our land Trained in combat Hand and hand The skills that are learned Forever in a soldiers head The chills that are churned From seeing so many dead Protecting innocent families from the enemies of their state Then leaving them behind Not knowing of their fate Being a soldier Means being molded into one Once your form is finished Placed in your hands is a gun Preferred name is weapon A thing that can surely kill When a soldier puts it to use The sound gives you a chill Wearing different colors Usually of brown, black or green The soldiers that wear them Down deep can be fierce and mean Before we fight Or sent off to a foreign land Our mission being processed must have a valid plan Going before congress And being signed by the man Were helping to many others To fight amongst there own clan Brothers by my side Have laid their lives to rest Knowing they have died Giving their very best Machines we are Taught only by the best Not long after we get home Were on another quest Copyright © Waynster ... [2004-03-08 13:58:30]