In the silence of the night
A cry echoes, a desperate light
A soldier's voice, worn and weak
A soul crushed, a heart that seeks
To be free from the weight of pain
To escape the memories that remain
Of battles fought, of friends lost dear
Of a life shattered, of hope unclear
He cries out for a gentle touch
For a comforting word, a loving clutch
But the only response is the wind's sigh
As the darkness closes in, and he wonders why
Why must he suffer, why must he fight?
Why must he die, in this endless night?
The questions haunt, like a ghostly refrain
As the soldier's cry, becomes a dying strain
In the silence of the night
The cry of a dying soldier, takes flight
A haunting echo, that lingers on
A reminder of the cost, of a war that's never won
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