To March Away
Pfc. Shane W. Woods
Dedicated to Mike Punch, a Soldier who marched away in WWII
To serve as a soldier, there is nothing more noble or more true,
To defend your home and ones you love, until your life is through
To live and die for your brothers, could not be more right,
To honor those who marched before, to carry on their fight
To protect the innocent and the fair, that they may know no strife,
To keep them safe at any cost, even if the price be thy own life
To sacrifice for liberty, ones youth, ones dreams and years,
To pay the price for others peace, with blood, with sweat and tears
To march away from mothers love, or fathers warming arm,
Away from children's longing eyes, or sweetheart's gentle charm
Away from land and home so sweet, maybe never again to see,
With pain so strong and hurt so deep, to march away that they be free
To give a life so fair and young, with so much living yet to do,
To trade it for a life of death, to uphold what is true
To sacrifice ones innocence, and all he could have done,
That no more in fields of flowers, but in fields of bodies run
To watch their friends with whom they laughed, fall and lie so still,
To learn what it truly means to hate, and for more than duty kill
To give apart of themselves they can't get back, though on they may live,
To see in drunk or dream the brother's faces, who all was called to give
Some to return with out their limbs, others their lives, some their very soul,
Of all the men to march to war, nobody, not one to come back whole
To lie in bed late at night, and wonder why not me,
To weep for a brother who didn't make it, his home never again to see
To wonder if anyone really understands, or even cares at all,
That they live because others died, that good men had to fall
To wonder if the banner, brave men saluted every day,
Is treated with rightful honor, in memory of those who marched away