A Soldier Comes Home

For three long days, he’s been on this train,
And home is all but three hours away
It should all be over, his suffering, his pain,
Yet he’s numb, he has nothing to say

He sits by a window, blindly staring at the glass,
His medals glisten in the warm rays of the sun
And that’s all he sees, reflections of military brass,
He sees the sacrifice’s for each and every one

His uniform is spotless, he is a figure to behold,
His stoic posture is steeped with pride
Yet he knows a horror, a story never to be told,
The evils of war he keeps locked inside

As the train carries him closer to his civilian life,
His body starts to shake from a sudden fear
He has been untruthful in the letters to his wife,
He only wrote of things she wanted to hear

He wonders is he worthy of an Angel such as she,
How can he not soil the purity of her soul
To survive he found his darkness, and set it free,
And now, he fears the darkness is in control

Suddenly he is overwhelmed, and he begins to cry,
The people all around him begin to stare
Their whispers sound like thunder from a stormy sky,
Their disgust for him strips his soul bare

He is completely alone now, with his horrors of war,
He is forsaken because of his painful tears
In this soldiers moment of need they shut the door,
Yet he forgives them, he understands their fears

And then he heard a voice,it was feeble yet oh so sweet,
It warmed him, and love filled his troubled heart
There was this little old lady, standing beside his seat,
And with her smile, his darkness fell all apart

God loves you precious child, she said wiping off his face,
Lovingly, she fixed his hair with an ancient comb
She smoothed out his shirt, put his medals back in place,
Then she hugged him and said Soldier, welcome home