The Ballad Of A Lost Soul

I lean against a lonely stone;
Every breath harder than the last.
Clouds of dust dot the sky.
The light of day fading fast.
My body is weak and blistered.
My soul grows cold and numb.
I sit still in a spinning world,
Will it stop if I just lie down?
As my strength ebbs away,
The sound of battle begins to fade.
Will this crimson rivulet in which I lay,
Mark my end; my lonely grave?

For a greater good, for a greater cause
Into war they lead and I followed.
I left my life, I left my love
I promised to hold no sorrow.
But at this dying day's end
My heart is left sad and hollow.
As I have fought for no noble cause
The truth, bitter and shallow.
The greed of a convoluted few,
Drives the gears of war.
Even when blessed with plenty,
There is always room for more.

If we win, will I die a martyr?
If we lose, would I be a villain?
Perhaps hailed as the heroes of war,
Or as soldiers of the fallen.
Etched upon a memorial stone,
Another name amongst a million.
For every name remembered here,
There are many more forgotten.
The blood on my hands,
Testify the deeds I have done.
Maybe as my retribution;
I share my final moments with none.

I close my eyes, tears rolling down.
Where is the love that I fought for?
I think of her, her smiling face.
Would it be selfish to wish for more?
As the world around me grows colder
I search for her, my saving grace.
I wish I could go back home again,
To her soft voice; her warm embrace.
Her love takes my pain away,
A guide to this lost soul of mine.
Through a bright door, she leads the way.
Into her arms, I know I am home again.