Blood poured through my fingers
Stains crimson on my scrubs
As your breath slowly lingered
On the verge of the night
We fought till the morning
We tried all that we knew
The machines gave us warning
It blared all the clues
One of our soldiers that bravely fought on
In enemy land so foreign to our own
So many times you should have been gone
Yet you shouldered the dangers, kept moving along
Flatline on a monitor, so stricken so cruel
Lord, let me save this man, there's a family at home
At my feet lies your blood, like water it pooled
Is his wife with some loved ones, or is she alone?
I picked up the phone, my hands trembling slight
My voice a monotone as I tried to console
We fought another battle, we lost this fight
My mind filled with sadness, I understand the hole
His wife wept with anger and unbearable disbelief
As I try to give details and leave out all the gore
A flag and a medal all we can give as reprieve
He was a hero fighting someone else's war.
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