Do not weep for me as I stand
Weary and broken in this foreign land
Stand by my side and steady my gun
Lift me if I fall and push me to run.
For I am your soldier...sent off to war
Fighting for freedom...near and far
Too little sleep...cold food in my pack
My fellows and I watching each others back.
Yes, stand by me Lord, for fear is my name
Help me to fight and not bring you shame
And when the time comes that I laid down and died
Your comfort I feel...as you stand by my side.
copyright 4-2015
Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms Caroline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely written, Carolyn. Thanks