A lonely soldier sits in silence
Amidst a hectic city crowd
His strength drained long ago
this man who once stood proud
he risked his life for his country
A land which once he loved

Conscripted to an unbearable war
Where he struggled long and hard
His once agile body now shattered
PTSD has left his mind scarred
more deserted than hes ever been
silent remains his internal screams

He's been spat on, been abused
remains haunted by those he knew
wishes he had died a warriors death
least he would've been with friends
instead of sitting there wondering
what lays in store around the bend.

The winter snow is falling rapidly
Agonizing frost bite covers his feet
stomach sounds like a pack of hounds
been days since he had anything to eat
not sure how much longer he can suffer
before he lays back and admits defeat.

He wears his medals upon his chest
They're the only thing that he owns
they help to remind him of a time
when he didn't feel so alone
better days when he fought valiantly
and had somewhere to call home.