THE CENTURION
Kindred the fallen
Threadbare and frayed
Broken in pieces so small
Soil is foreign
Your sacrifice given
The fight is for us one and all
Brave and relentless
The toils of battle
Prayers lifted more everyday
Hardened the portrait
Of those left behind
Whoa is the price that you pay
Cinders arising
Upon a beat ground
Hollowed the lost souls forgotten
Terrible pain
Is the stain of this war
Lying there in the trenches so trodden
Fleeting the thought
Family behind you
Lest you lose your direction
Your angels awaiting
Patient and safe
Challenging this missed affection
Never to waiver
Amid the explosions
Dodging, unbroken you bend
You’re cut is the brave
The solemn vow taken
Our Centurion protects to the end
Kevin Parish 
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