The Combat Medic

My first crack at poetry.

Before they cry out for their mother,
Before they cry out for God,
They cry out to me.
I'm always there for them.

Before they cry out for God,
The guns muffle their shouts.
I'm always there for them,
Salvation in a land of blight.

The guns muffle their shouts.
I run to their side.
Salvation in a land of blight,
The crimson cross on white.

I run to their side,
Their voice grows weaker.
The crimson cross on white,
I go where I am needed.

Their voice grows weaker.
I do my best, but it is not enough.
I go where I am needed,
From the shores of Normandy to Berlin.

I do my best, but it is not enough.
Before they cry out for their mother,
From the shores of Normandy to Berlin,
They cry out to me.

Before they cry out for their mother,
Before they cry out for God,
They cry out to me.
I'm always there for them.