If I were a soldier and cradled in my arms was a dying man,
would I thank my lucky stars I was still alive?
Or would I think for just that fleeting second of the child you once were, and the mother who held you like I do now?
Would I then lay down my arms?
Would I weep uncontrollably?
Would I be half the man that I am now?
I wonder if I were a soldier would I feel sympathy
for that life lost?
My enemy, my foe or perhaps my friend in another lifetime?
Would I feel sorrow for those loved ones you left behind?
That last breath that you breathe and the thought that you
have as life ebbs from you.
I want so much to be your friend now as you lay in my arms.
A soldier of war or just a man I never knew.