The Plight of the Warrior

The crack of dawn, a brand new day

Uncertain of the future, but facing it anyway

The warrior dons his gear and walks outside

Sounds of war never seeming to subside

He can't make himself face the enemy again

After seeing so many brothers slain

Flying bullets, flaring guns

Over the ramparts the enemy runs

Overwhelmed they have to flee

Each man praying that they won't chase me

Jumping out of bed the soldier wakes

No enemy soldiers there to face

These dreams they haunt him constantly

Faces of the past he always sees

PTSD the doctors say

A condition he lives with day after day

He thought it was over when he left the war

He never dreamed that it would follow him home