My soldier

Historical fight,
this rediculous war.
All the way through this,
you still tended to sored.

You sored like and eagle,
through the wind.
This message of love and hope,
throughout the world is send.

Amazing like grace,
beautiful like love.
Although you've committed sins,
you'll still be sent above.

Sweet tear drops,
fall from your eyes.
As you recall your past,
and slowly die.