Well here we are
The final stretch
Here we are
Nervous wrecks
No time to rest
On our laurels or asses
Time to comfort, support
And cajole the masses
One says it goes well
One says it’s all lost
One says he can steal it
If we pay the cost
We’ll leave it all
On the field of battle
The stress, the anguish
The fear, the hassle
Not that it ends there
No not by a mile
But at least we’ll sleep
If but for a while
I sit here and pray
For the soldiers that roam
Let them prove worthy
And safely come home
For we fight not to win
We fight for our peers
We fight to dispel
The hatred and fear
Every soul we can save
Is a victory in the end
That’s the message
We must send
If we do this much
Then as long as we stay
Then we are victors
We are victors this day
Musings of an Eclectic Soul 