Never Return Home

In the fusion of dark and light 
Before the sun shines bright
Dark fades with the sun’s presence
And the door of fate shines bright 
Transcendent 

And yet there’s a certain tranquility of the morning 
That cannot be overcome by the watchmen’s warning
The pounding of feet as we scramble to wake 
That certain feeling that we cannot shake 

I’ve been there before 
And we’ll see it again 
Hundreds of men
Hundreds of their friends 

Who will never return home.

On the field, no time to mourn 
We must do the duty for which we have sworn
We wait for the call
We wait for the fall
Of those who stand with medals adorned

We do not pretend
That we can transcend 
The pain we feel 
The ache is real
To say goodbye to our good friends

As we race forward to face the foe
And we quietly wait for the very first blow
We protect each other 
Because we know

We may never return home.