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I’m just a soldier, A man in the dark,
I fight for the light, To shield the world.
We are the nameless, And the many,
The salt of the earth, The dirt under the boot.
They look to us for life, To give us death in return.
We fight against the tide, To Survive where we should not,
Yet time and time again, We will stand together.
One man alone, With his brothers beside him.
I stand for the honour, For my brothers in arms.
The brothers I've lost, I fought for them still,
To give them life, The life we were never meant to have.
The life of the good, The life of the right.
I fight for a world, A world I won’t live to see.
A world for the good, A world for the just,
This is not a world for me, My scars are deep,
They have marked me, Turned me foul and sick.
No matter how long I fight, To see the war won,
Not in this life will it happen, Alone I fight now.
The sand is stained, With the blood of my brothers,
Spilled in the name of life, But bought with death.
I stand for the honour, For my brothers in arms.
I’ve lost my brothers, I’ve fought for them still,
To give them life, To prove they didn’t die here.
I wish I fought with them, Still together we’ll be.
I’m just a soldier, A man alone.
I’m not fighting for the light, The worlds lost its shield.
We were never named, And We're too few now,
The salt burns our wounds, And we lie under dirt now.
I fight for the light, To shield the world.
We are the nameless, And the many,
The salt of the earth, The dirt under the boot.
They look to us for life, To give us death in return.
We fight against the tide, To Survive where we should not,
Yet time and time again, We will stand together.
One man alone, With his brothers beside him.
I stand for the honour, For my brothers in arms.
The brothers I've lost, I fought for them still,
To give them life, The life we were never meant to have.
The life of the good, The life of the right.
I fight for a world, A world I won’t live to see.
A world for the good, A world for the just,
This is not a world for me, My scars are deep,
They have marked me, Turned me foul and sick.
No matter how long I fight, To see the war won,
Not in this life will it happen, Alone I fight now.
The sand is stained, With the blood of my brothers,
Spilled in the name of life, But bought with death.
I stand for the honour, For my brothers in arms.
I’ve lost my brothers, I’ve fought for them still,
To give them life, To prove they didn’t die here.
I wish I fought with them, Still together we’ll be.
I’m just a soldier, A man alone.
I’m not fighting for the light, The worlds lost its shield.
We were never named, And We're too few now,
The salt burns our wounds, And we lie under dirt now.
I decided to write this, after listening to a song several times, and I'm in an odd mood.
Half-way through a second but decided not to upload that tonight as I need sleep.
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it's a flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
Half-way through a second but decided not to upload that tonight as I need sleep.
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it's a flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
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A fitting tribute 
I particularly like the way it comes around full circle at the end, but with a bitter twist.
I can't quite decide if One man alone, With his brothers beside him is deeply poingant or just a bit silly. How can one be alone with brothers beside him?
It's an oxymoron, of course. It carries idea that each man must face the battle himself and conquer his own fear (and in that sense is entirely alone), but also has the comeradeship of the men beside him who are facing the same struggle. Poetically, that's a powerful idea.
But the wording doesn't quite work for me - it looks more like an accident than a subtle clash of ideas. I think you ought to find some way to acknowledge the oxymoron, call attention to it knowingly. Something like Each man alone, Yet with his brothers beside him (that's not perfect, it's rhythmically weak) would just make the idea a little more concrete.
On the other hand, maybe it's perfectly fine as it is and I'm just nitpicking
I tend to do that
I'm not sure about the convention of using a capital letter in the middle of a line. And come to think of it, splitting each line with the comma does make the rhythm of the piece quite halting. Don't be afraid to split each stanza into eight lines, and bear in mind that you don't need to end each line with a comma. That would give the poem a little more fluency
I particularly like the way it comes around full circle at the end, but with a bitter twist.I can't quite decide if One man alone, With his brothers beside him is deeply poingant or just a bit silly. How can one be alone with brothers beside him?
It's an oxymoron, of course. It carries idea that each man must face the battle himself and conquer his own fear (and in that sense is entirely alone), but also has the comeradeship of the men beside him who are facing the same struggle. Poetically, that's a powerful idea.
But the wording doesn't quite work for me - it looks more like an accident than a subtle clash of ideas. I think you ought to find some way to acknowledge the oxymoron, call attention to it knowingly. Something like Each man alone, Yet with his brothers beside him (that's not perfect, it's rhythmically weak) would just make the idea a little more concrete.
On the other hand, maybe it's perfectly fine as it is and I'm just nitpicking
I tend to do thatI'm not sure about the convention of using a capital letter in the middle of a line. And come to think of it, splitting each line with the comma does make the rhythm of the piece quite halting. Don't be afraid to split each stanza into eight lines, and bear in mind that you don't need to end each line with a comma. That would give the poem a little more fluency