The Man With The Pen

He never looks for praises, He’s never one to boast, He just goes on quietly working, For those he values the most, His dreams are rarely revealed, His wants and desires are extremely few, Most of the time his worries are hidden away, He’s the rock like foundation of the family, Through the rough and sunny days of life, A calming hand to grab hold of, A true friend one can turn to, In times good or bad, One can only estimate the depth of his love, Never get it’s true measure, He’s after all a Father.

I see you standing among them all, Standing so strong, proud and tall, The world looks at you, but does not see, Everything you sacrifice, to keep us free. Your love for the nation is supreme, Laying down your life for the nation is your dream, Your life sets an example of discipline, Where our capacity ends it is your beginning. Everywhere around you hope is dying, Yet how you react when odds rise is inspiring, When the enemy approaches you go all guns blazing, Seeing a comrade struggle you come running. We owe our life to the soldier who stays up at night, Be it snowing hard or the sun shining bright, Be it a scorching desert or mountains outright, Be it day or night  you're ready to fight. Leaving your family at home, You fight for those who remain at home, Your children grow up while you yet roam, Ready to fight when you return in a coffin.