war on a soldier’s footsteps,
leaving behind the rivers at home,
crossing the oceans between lands never seen marching, armed and ready for war pray like the needs of eating food, filling and feeding the soldier’s blessings full.
Who’s suffering for all of this,when the world won’t act right, corrupt in anger and the sky’s the limit in sadness, for a moment of prayer in silence, too many tongues chatting, the world won’t shut up, the world won’t grow up, when the world is always on guard,the world is caught off guard, when the who’s suffering is the world suffering, and the who’s suffering, is for all of this war on the footsteps of nations.
Pray like the needs of eating food just in case a soldier’s night is half full when the battle of war accelerates indefinite, and the day protrudes long, indefinite the nights are, as well as a soldier’s life who’s suffering for all of this,
No, who’s dying for all of this,
A Soldier’s Footstep
Copyrights, 2003, Rosalyn R Walker
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