There’s a noise about,
A calamitous ruckus,
chaos and shouts.
Sirens wail, lights too bright.
Fatigue ensnares the mind,
A raging war, no end in sight.
Weary dragging as my feet were tied in binds.
Wake again to aid fellow man,
Rise and go!
Outstretch my broken calloused hand
There is not a cry for help I’ve answered ever no.
Yet who shall come for me,
When I fall prey to thee O death?
Will I be alone upon that sea?
Who should hear my dying breath?
If a casualty of my trade I be,
Should this job rob me of my youth so spry,
It has changed so much of me,
As if a part has already died.
Numb to horrors of this world,
Cold to grief upon the stoop ones tears deserve to fall.
Into a furnace of a trade my soul was hurled.
I gave my all to answer a call.
Losing love to find only pain,
Staggering alone
Darkness comes again.
Oh where will my spirit rest, or leave it’s broken home of flesh?
