For Tyler: The Soldier

And in the quiet when all is calm
and nothing stirs but the light of eyes
with each breath they hold dear
you think of love
and beheld within the only arms you hold
you think of love.

And on the battlefield when nothing lay still
but the lifeless corpse of those who once loved
and you once loved
you think of love
and the soil holds him with arms so cold
so empty that you think of death
and the one with loss who loved that cadaver
you think of love.

And when the firing is at a standstill
and a call is recieved,
it's over,
you hold on to what you know now
and what you knew then.
Do you think of love?

What you knew and what you know are not alike
when worlds collide and soldiers fall
The ones who loved lose,
and those who lose no longer love.
People love
and people do not last forever.

Upon his face the taste of death corodes his paling lips
and in his arms he holds Nothing
and Nothing holds his cold hands.

And now the quiet sweeps over, and all is calm
and nothing stirs but the light of his eyes
with each breath he must hold dear
He thinks of love
and when he beheld his loves.
And all is calm and nothing stirs
as the light of his eyes fade,
and the love he had to give fades, too
and the love he recieves lives on.