Lynn C. Price
THROUGH A WARRIOR’S EYES
They say that a photo can capture the glow,
Of heartbreaks and sorrows that no one else knows.
There’s laughter and sparkles of love’s fiery hue,
A rainbow of colors from the life paths we choose.
One glimpse in the eyes of a battle scarred man
Will never leave doubt he gives all that he can.
He’s seen many horrors in the bowels of hell,
His soul holds sad sagas, and there’s no one to tell.
Somewhere in a jungle or on patrol with his men,
He made deals with the devil and would do it again.
For God and his Country, he’d lay down his life,
His soul’s mostly empty, but his heart’s full of pride.
We can’t ask him questions for the answers aren’t cheap,
You don’t want to see his sorrows buried deep.
The nightmares and demons he can’t run away from,
At times he grows weary of the man he’s become.
Don’t hold it against him when his anger bursts through,
It’s his pain and anguish for the Brothers he once knew.
Each has a name that he easily recalls,
For he died beside them when they gave their all.
His eyes are shadowed with the high cost they paid;
The memories go with him when they open his grave.
His family knows best when to push or let go,
For they’ve watched his hair turn white as new snow.
My Brothers and Sisters, you’ve served us with pride,
We’re here when you need us, not just along for the ride.
Our arms are wide open and our hearts we do share,
We’ll never forsake you in your hours of despair.
One day may you look in the mirror and see,
You’ve made peace with your demons, and now you are free.
The Warrior you are is who each of us love;
We’ll never forget the ones we’re proud of.
©Copyright June 24, 2006 by Lynn C. Price
Author’s Note: Dedicated to the Eyes of all Warriors