The Forgotten

A rusty cannon sits abandoned in a lonely field.
The waves wash away footprints from those who once walked by its sandy beaches.
A forgotten grave goes unattended, as the soul beneath was lost long ago.
The minutes fly by and the years roll on.
The light begins to fade from your eyes as the days grow shorter, and the nights get colder.
The trees have grown taller, the tires swings lay abandoned on the ground.
The echoes of laughter that still remain.
The helmets and rifles begin to collect dust as they are set aside for faster, more efficient weapons. The soldiers who fought so long and hard for their beliefs are forgotten as easily as an old record no longer played.
Too much blood shed, to many lost for their cause no matter the outcome.
A new battle cry, a stronger force marches to war yet still more blood and more lives
lost for the cause whatever it maybe.