On the Front line

On the front line, where we fight
Mortar shells and land mines
Overcoming fear of death
Where everyday, we see our end

A strange feeling overcomes me
the light receding, darkness comforting
Can feel the pain going away
but the memories are still there

Saw my comrade dead yesterday
Didn't really think that would be my fate today
Seeing him lie there cold and dead
Felt I had to live again

My heart is not here on the battlefield
Its in a place so far away
Where I have a family, a house
and those who care

They are all proud in a way
that I defend this land
Yet, in their heart there is a fear
That I may not see another day

Now lying here, in a pool of blood
Strangely, I am smiling
While I think of my family
I can also see the enemy fleeing

On the front line, where we fight
People will miss me I am sure
Tears will be shed, but I am content
For I chose a beautiful day to die

Two Worlds

Worn and weary
we carry on with our daily chores
Far off in a distant world of our own
Our lives we carry on.

We see them everyday
and yet choose to ignore
Those people on the street
are blotted out in every way

And we see them again
for they have survived another day
Comforted by that fact, we walk by
For why should we care more

While we look away
they are still there
with hungry eyes and wrinkled faces
Facing yet another day of uncertainty

Not knowing what tomorrow holds
they lumber on
Living a different life
in an indifferent world

Sorrow

Sorrow and the pain of tomorrow,
How do you heal, a loved one gone.
The empty feeling inside your heart.
Is there a cure for that scar.

The warning siren didn't turn up on time.
The war planes above did not see signs of life.
They left behind rubble,
And a few broken souls.

Does it matter, who won or who lost?
Does it matter, if there was any cause?
Shattered windows and blown up walls,
Don't tell the story of a loved one's loss.

A Rhythm Divine

A music so soothing, a music so fine.
Indeed, it is a Rhythm Divine.

Out under the moonlit sky,
feeling the wind on my face,
I contemplate the reason of my being.
This world is my cocoon, I feel.

I have this thought often,
That I have been blessed.
The sun, the moon, and the clouds above
Have played their part well.

These thoughts, these views, play on my mind.
Translated into music they seem sublime.

A music so soothing, a music so fine,
Indeed, it is a Rhythm Divine.