The Voice of the Casualties and the Fallen in Wars

The fallen a soldier a fallen. Imagine in a hospital gown, three weeks it's been now, just get me out of here man.I still got a lot I wanna do. I can feel in everyway who I am, no point me worrying, I'm still here,What they can't cure I will endure,its not as though I've got worse,I'm still a casualty, I'm not a hero fallen. Shell shocked all the same, its odd I feel real strong,my family is all that goes through my mind.I love this life, the gift to feel to smile to love & be loved.I bow my head down loose my breath as I think of the hero fallen. I give thanks to God, although my injuries severe, against all the odds I'm still here.I put my trust in the Docs, Nurses & the Surgeons, even the water I drink.I miss the morphine, not just for the pain but to aid my sleep.I refuse to surrender rosa then red to ..rosa.. colour being passed,then I block the fughing cavator.I should boast the pain has eased & I can eat & eat.I imagine the person in my mind I have become, how blind I was, what is life?Is all we love, all we have, even if it be a small cloud passing through a strip of blue sky from my bedside, or the fresh smell of a sea breeze, even now somehow it feels as if it's a dream, maybe I'm still in the picture & my focus has changed, every detail seems so possible, when at any mo your another fallen hero, a number in a body bag.This gown I’m taking off. I’ve such a desire to live to love to not give up.Feelings of dejavu, lying on my side for near a month.I just wanna stand, run into that sea and swim until the golden sunrays set pretty babe.I have a desire to throw myself into nature's breast, smell red roses, breath, breath a sigh of silence for the heroes fallen.