Soldiers (Angel of Sadness)

The soldier’s gone march Like soul mates never depart These soldiers gone march While you struggle to understand this art The soldier’s gone march By no means am I apologizing But I will admit That these were the time I could not see Through your eyes, my writing, I’m acknowledging These were only the images you would permit me to be My selfishness becoming a common existence I beg of you, relish the thought, and be persistent If no one else will, then maybe you will listen As a separate part of me It’s the tragedy’s I’m missing The fallen hero of a beloved romance Life, I’d give it up to touch and slow dance Blue jays chirp As to me, a coming of new days alerts Maybe it’s the journey To and from the mistakes we’ve made that hurt My saddest moments Tune the sound of an empty bottle of Jager You had us an hour previous to noon Found sympathy in a model Abusively you want to save her, so you shake her Hoping your cruel touch will awake her Whether I’m in Bagdad or marching up the Himalayas With sworn enemies to slay us Beneath my ashes you may lay our trust But this soldier’s gone march