They are our heroes...Bring them Home

   Racing through the mud,the many hearts pounding with fear.Our heroes.The blood of their closest friends mixes with the dirt.No time to cry.The fate of their country is too important for tears.They are our Heroes.

   The battle isn't only on the field.They war with themselves in their hearts. Tell me, who could bear the burden?Nobody will ever know what goes on in a soldiers head after a battle.

   The golden bells ring for our brave boys.They gave their all,their life. So that we might still live.The families are racked with grief,their sobs are unable to be choked back.And still far away in another dream,more blood will still gleam on the skin of our heroes.

    My heart goes out to those who die for me.And still even the small glimer of hope from me doesnt bring them back.I dream for them at night.I cry for them in the morning,I remember them when the day ends.And still far away,a young boy cries out with anguish.

My brethren are crushed,crippled,bloodied, and bombed. for one soul to live in freedom. The price is too much.Bring them home.Yet even my silent plea cannot free them.They sit silently in rememberance of their brothers in battle,in love, in pain. They are our heroes. Bring them home.