A Story

This crestfallen soldier
Torn from his life
The woods are his mansion
He treks on to fight
Through the night that it comes
Disease spreads his body
Out through his toes
Out through his nose
No food, no shelter,
No warmth to live
He lies on the bare ground
With cardboard as sheets
For this crestfallen soldier
Torn from his life
The woods are his mansion
He treks on to fight