Broken bodies litter the bloody battlefield
Nooses, little bottles of pills, and razor blades
For some the light permanently fades
The doubters say it could've gotten better
And that's true
The battlefield just gets more crowded
And with crimson wetter and wetter
It's true that things may've improved
But to the fallen it doesn't matter if anyone approved
Because it's a battle discounted by many
Calling it "cowardice'" is aplenty
But they couldn't be more wrong
Not everyone can keep up their heart's song
When they're dying inside every single day
It's a terrible fight that sometimes just gives way
The fallen call to others but
Sometimes no one hears
Or sees the pain and tears
When you evermore think of an escape
And can't fit in with the living in your shape
And you try so hard to keep fighting
But fall to life's ebony lightning
People will whisper that you're just a coward
But they don't understand
Interacting with a world that fills you with misery
Takes more courage than easily said
It's no wonder the water runs red
They shake their heads and mutter they're weak
But no one says suicide is just what they seek
Unless agony swallows them whole
You can say they're cowards
But they utilized more courage than you could understand
To keep on fighting
Don't trash on their battles
Sometimes we can't help but fall to life's lightning
And stop fighting
Doubters shake their heads
And mutter
Suicide
Such cowardice
But they don't know of the fight
That filled heads day and night
They couldn't have been farther from right
It's a soldier's fight
Breaking down day and night
Every moment harder than the last
A constant battle to keep hearts
Beating fast
Sometimes trials are too long to be passed
Too much crimson stains the battlefield
But sometimes it's too hard to wait
To be healed
The critics never think that just maybe
The battle of depression is just as grave
As the fight our American soldiers grapple with every day
And people who battle depression are just as brave
It's a soldier's fight too
They march on, crippled and raw
The beast biting down with a bloody maw
They march until they finally break
Their life a frigid wasteland of pain and a constant overpowering ache
Yet they gain no respect
Just an overused word
And a deadly kiss of scorn
Cowardice
I think not
But this is what's been unwaveringly taught
Going on
Taking as much as you can stand
Isn't cowardice
It doesn't go hand and hand
Waking up each day
With tears in your eye
Because the air in your lungs is
A disappointment that refuses to die
Looking to death with yearning
Isn't a choice happily made
And from death we are afraid
But sometimes the battle overpowers that
And a soldier's fight ends with defeat and a tilt of a hat
Some soldiers don't get to march on
Long enough to get the help they need
From many deep wounds they seep and bleed
But no one wants to see
That maybe the fallen wanted help
A blindfold of ignorance masks the critics' eyes
They'll never see
The tears as the to-be-fallen cry
The doubters blind to the fact that many fallen soldiers wanted aid
That hope just had to die
Life destroyed their hearts
In a devastating sweep
They may've cried out
But fell before anyone heard their scream
Blood runs with cruelty
In a devastating rushing stream
There's a body
In the battlefield
Slit wrists so deep they could not be healed
Crimson rushing down their arm
Not a single soul heard their alarm
Another fallen solider swallowed a bottle of pills
They couldn't get over
The deadly dark hills
Another body swings
A noose of darkness around their neck
Created at the witching hour
Crimson stain blooming like a twisted flower
There's a copper stench drifting in the uproarious wind
Life picks apart the soldier's bodies
Til there's nothing left but the bones it skinned
Their bodies litter the battlefield
Uniforms bloody and tattered
Their battles were notable, they mattered
It's tragic don't you know?
That they are forever laying down
That they felt forced to forget
The battles they once fought
That no one cared to see
That's not cowardice to me
Leave the fallen soldiers be
And honor their fight and memory
