As I lay on the ground,
I look up at the stars.

But as I look at them,
beautiful as they are.

I wonder to myself,
what is my fate?

Shall I go on,
or is it to late?

Will he still be alive,
by tomorrow night?

Or will he have been killed,
never to return to my sight.

My heart is heavy,
the sadness goes so deep.

Everyday is a struggle,
feels like all I do is weep.

They all say tomorrow,
is a new day.

It might be better,
or it could be gray.

Even darker than before,
so to God I pray.

Keep my soldier alive,
even if it is for only one more day!

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