To Those Who Fight

Beginning a journey with unseen ends, Saluting your old life behind, you walk on. Encasing your love deep in your heart, Grasping to a single portrait in your hand. Duty holds your head high, As your loved ones wave goodbye. Daily they pray for you Hoping to help you make it though. The sights scar in the head and hand, No matter how far the land, Keep thy heart pure, For love is the cure. You take up arms with brothers and sisters at your sides. No gun, no bomb, no bullet, nothing! may break these ties The strength of you come not through the hours of training But though offering a hand when your comrades are falling. May you stand strong in the face of pain, May you hold the roots close to your heart. May the sun shine gently upon you daily, May our love sheild you from hurt. May you rejoice when you are welcomed home as a hero