Sweetness and softness were old friends

Seldom heard from

The heart grows cold

The brain grows hard

The torment of life never ceases

The joy of childhood are bygone

The broken heart chills

The pain of loss makes the brain go numb

Tis’ life of a soldier

Till death brings me sanctity

I will never be at peace

For the crimes I’ve seen break my mind

My sweet soul has soured

My softness heart has grown cold

I am but a shell of who I was

And now it’s time to say goodbye