The Soldier

Something that came to mind while trying to fall asleep. I am sure it needs more work

The Soldier

The armour I carry is heavy
and my heart is weak.
My soul is crying out for rest,
but I no longer control my feet.
I press on....
because the cause demands it.
And though I am a soldier of one,
I am an army of thousands.
My orders are clear.
I am nothing if not obedient.
I will not stop until my mission is done,
and victory is evident.
Then I can lay my heavy armour down
and rest my weary soul.
My heart will strengthen with my victory,
and then I can go home.