The address of soldiers

Your tired
tattered torn
but you wont stop
Damn you! those who stop
if the sun sets
as wolves we will run
and if we die
men of war
soldiers of peace
let the sun glean
off shiny headstones
wrapped in gold
set in brass
let in glean!
in a coffin of platinum!

And if we run
as cowards
who fear to stand
who fear a man
who doubt in god
who believe we haven't a chance
and are shot in the back
let us lay there
day after day
and let the buzzards have meal
let them take notes from us

But if we stand
if we live
let them take notice
let them abide by our legacy
let them two become
the men and women of bravery
who shall stand and fight
for what is right
for our sight
that we see
not blindly
following a hollowed call
of hero's fall
are we hero's? nah
and never shall we be
we are soldiers!