One fear stricken boy destined to find a way
His lonely, cold tear slowly, falling down
Deadly bombs draw near him each day
Wanting to have a chance, just a chance to go home
But none has come, he is all alone
Each day hoping this war will soon end
Shivering, freezing fingers are writing his letter
Hoping that back home will think him better
Bloody fingers hold the gun in place
Fear, hatred, and wondering are drawn on his face
Seeing a young man running near him
Opposite sides they are from. The sight is very dim.
Running closer, getting a better spot
Thinking, soon, he would have a greater shot.
Shaking, he aimed
Gradually lifting his body to look
The pain he felt when on a prickly branch, he was hooked
The sound of a gun shot from off in the distance
Anther pain, but of greater shock
The soldier fell quickly, and sighed
It was his time
His place
His hour
His Savior wanted him home
This was the end
He was going to meet His Lord
His destiny
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Submission Name: Destiny
