EVERY SOLDIER HAS A DREAM

After a war a soldier sometimes has to cry
as dreams of those memories waters in the eye.

It's very sad when this world of ours goes to war.
Peace is the thing that soldiers have fought and died for.

With hands held in the air a soldier cries a bit
but people are blind to dreams that do not fit.

Some people abuse this world but one day they'll find
that they've lost their battlefields and they are unkind.

Lost battlefields and dreams with no victories won,
following the forgotten hero.
Here they come.

They bury the dream because they cannot recall
what it was that made the Soldier stand proud and tall.

Soldiers come from all walks of life.
Sisters.
Brothers.
Soldiers with many dreams seldom shared with others.

Soldiers who had loved ones and families back home.
Some soldiers are just children
and still on their own.

Honoured I feel to remember soldiers this way.
I salute them have I your attention I say.

Stand at ease,
fall out.
Sir nobody knew his name.
Dear God you know who he was,
our dream was the same.

Undaunted was the soldier in the face of fear.
No turning back.
Each soldier shed a silent tear.

But I wonder why no one hears the soldiers cry.
Listen today as soldiers go to fight and die.

Try to imagine the soldier's forgotten dream.
Keep the memory of what the Soldier had been.

It haunts us today and remains here in our time.
Ghosts with forgotten dreams remain.
It's such a crime.

What the soldier fought for is what we must redeem,
as we look back and try to recapture the dream.

The ship's sunk and they say,
we're glad we missed the cruise.
Don't take for granted things in life we shouldn't loose.

When the battle is over and the dreams don't sit.
Every soldier must cry just a little bit.

©Copyright 2003 by Paul F. McCann

Author’s Note: I hope you and many your fellow service men and women still have still held on to the dream I have tried to interpret in this poem.