the nameless soldier

Sweat, blood, and tears lets empires rise and disappear
Old mean talking at the table has young men dying in fields
Truth be told that only the winner knows
How the story will go once it unfolds

No one ever knows the nameless soldiers when they grow
The years of childhood awaiting for the bullet to find him
He does not know the day will come
As he lays his head in the field to look at the sun

While the clouds paint pictures for him
The nights stay calm and tranquil
For every day is not his last
But the last day did come and pass

With his hand on his chest
He laid his head in the field for rest
His angle now by his side
He sheds his body to fly