Revelation of a Soldier

As he stood atop the region that overlooked the land
Not finding any answers just the silence of the sand
And sifting through the reasons trying hard to understand
But the treason of confusion fell through the grasp of his hand

My God what is going on? Every door in my path will not open
Am I meant to live trudging through this hell and barely coping?

I can't believe what the prophets said
That the graves don't hold their dead
And at night when the sandmans near
They whisper but I don't hear

There are cuts that bleed inside us, there are wounds that stain our soul
They are part of what defines us and teach us as we grow old
There are bruises on the hearts of men that form when someone dies
There are tears that are kept in silence never allowed to leave our eyes

And so I wonder if it's wise to remember all the things that bring sorrow
Be strong and fight through the night or else one will never see tomorrow

I believe when a soldier dies
Freedom is purchased with his life
And as upon this oath I stand
What I do is who I am


Didn't know the storm was coming
Didn't listen for the warning
Didn't hear the sound of violence
Disguised and hid by silence

Oh God please show me how
To listen to them now
The message that they send
Carried upon the wind

I believe what the prophets said
That the graves don't hold their dead
And if I let go of my fear
They whisper, now I hear