my soldier poem, LT JIMI CROSS

i am a wrecked, solitary soldier

i wounder if y i was choisen to lead

i here the the voices of a million angles been attack

i see the season of autumn arrrived

i want to head home and never come back

i am a wrecked, solitary soldier

i pretend to never be part of this group

i feel fear, to my fellow man that had gothen kill

i touch the land of the free and the home of the brave

i worry that this could be my last timeat home

i cry if i need to

i am a wrecked, solitary soldier

i understant that im the leader of this jungle

i say this is our play ground

i dream this season of autumn ends

i try no to give up on my fellow soldiers

i hope i never imangen my self in a funeral

i am a wrecked, solitary soldier