A soldier with no stripes or stars.
A man with many scrapes and scars.
He's the last resort, that's the way it's always been.
Even as a child he only wanted to fit in.
Boy wasn't strong, but he was hardened.
Pushed himself to the point of breaking.
Only had a heart that was for the taking.
He never hits his mark, but never stops firing.
Voices all around putting him down, gnawing.
Telling him he's weak nothing but a burden.
No one's ever seen him happy, only broken.
No one's walking at his side
No one's always been who he is.
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No stripes or stars; only fights and scars.
A man with no muscle, but a backbone of diamond
A soldier who fought for his crew with only the right intention.
Mowed a regiment down with no hesitation.
The soldiers only screamed exaltations.
Like the eagles in the sky for our sovereign nation.
Our story ends here with an empty ending.
A man of veneration and silence only lives for so long.
(Little did he know) Some bullets had his name on them.
One hit him straight in the stomach, but he still kept fighting.
One hit him right through the shoulder, it just made his aim better.
One hit him right through the head, and that put him into his death bed.
Soldiers rose to the frontlines and gave him redemption.
A billion bullets flying through the air!
A couple hundred grenades thrown so the enemy didn't dare;
To touch a single strand of our hero's hair!
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Time passes and the funeral's going.
The love for our hero just started growing.
His mother came along and sat a note down.
It had said he was always loved no matter where he went.
Hero never cried but it rained that very night.