Through the Violent Storm
I've walked the lonely battlefield,
For countless years of torment,
Listening to the blasts of the
cannons,
Hearing the blood-curdling cries of
the fallen,
Watching the exploding shells,
Claim many of innocent lives.
I see the roaring fires burn,
Smelling flesh melting off bone,
Breathing in nothing but death,
That corrupts the land,
Poisoning the waters and lost souls.
I walked the burning fields,
Feeling the paths of a thousand
bullets,
Concealing the weeping wounds,
Feeling the numbness in my arms
and legs,
As the blood flows down my face,
Washing away my past sins.
I've been through the violent storm,
And the horrors that it brought,
Just to come home to you,
The thought of you kept me going,
I've said my goodbyes to the old
life,
Because we shall start a new.
Love was always on our side,
Death may have used me as it's
pawn,
Until I found God on the battlefield,
In the form of a wounded dying
man,
And he led me home to you,
The only place I belong,
With the one I truly love.
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