[ WP ] Walk me through a soldier 's last day alive .

Wisps of clouds pockmark the cold dawn sky, 
 Turning each glassy eye into a miniature sun. 
 Whispers of `` it was their time to die'', 
 Can not make the previous day, undone. 
 
 To love is to lose, 
 To live is to defy, 
 To win is to choose, 
 The manner in which to die. 
 
 The mist, condensed from fear and gunfire, 
 Envelops the field with it's mystery, 
 Comrades look across with quiet desire, 
 Envisioning their ominous destiny. 
 
 To love is to lose, 
 To live is to defy, 
 To win is to choose, 
 The manner in which to die. 
 
 Faced with the inevitable choice, 
 Which gives meaning to past acts, 
 One must choose to lament or rejoice, 
 Praying their final decision, impacts.
