Mark I. Kirkmeyer

HE WALKS ALONE

He walks alone
The warrior of honor
He doesn’t serve for glory
He knows better
Medals for him don’t shine
In that world there’s no glory
It bent and crushed his body
He still hears the call

He walks alone
The warrior of honor
He doesn’t serve for fame
He knows better
Most he does won’t be known
In that world there’re no names
It bent and crushed his body
He still hears the call

He walks alone
The warrior of honor
He doesn’t serve for prestige
He knows better
Wading through sewage to exterminate
In that world there’s no prestige
It bent and crushed his body
He still hears the call

He walks alone
The warrior of honor
He doesn’t serve for the future
At least not his, He knows better
Rain of brass and lead, friends ripped away
In that world there’s no future
It bent and crushed his body
He still hears the call

He walks alone
The warrior of honor
Each step brings pain ripping and tears
Duty drives him forward with a grimace
He won’t give that officer the pleasure
Leg hug, brown hair and eye of innocence
There is why, he serves
HOPE, for a future for her.

He walks alone
The warrior of honor
Forgetting the pain of the injuries
Love guides him he lifts the little girl
She’s more important than the officer
Restraints removed other children run
They find their beloved war hero
Catching up he stands united

He stands alone
The warrior of honor
Watching as she kisses her warrior
The young warrior turns and enters the cage
The warrior of honor’s embrace encompasses her
Her warrior boards the bus to “the other world”
She cries knowing she might not see him again
The warrior of honor still hears the call