A Soldier Is still a soldier no matter what branch of service he serves in. A soldier is still a soldier no matter what hood he was raised in, and Nobody listens to a soldier when he’s hurting,  but This time I heard him, Because the screams of agony and the shouts of pain their all to real their so surreal, And I can’t help but stand aside my window pane watching that lone soldier standing in the rain and I want to help him, But the reality is that the fAct of the matter still remains, that I too am a soldier, And when I’m down nobody gives me a helping hand or a shoulder to lean on, When I cry no one hands me a napkin to wipe my tears on, When I’m in darkness nobody bother to turn the light on… Because I’m a soldier. My family is my platoon and I’m the guide-on. I’m a soldier, a lone soldier I fight my battles on my own, my life is the combat zone And I still can’t help but look at this soldier standing in the rain all alone and wonder, Should I offer him a helping hand, should I, Offer him a shoulder to lean on, or would that make him feel like less of a man, should I, Take the time to quit this rhyme, step outside and ask, “is everything ok?” But hese a soldier! What makes him any different from me? We are soldiers… We were both tought from a young age to be fierce so that when we grew older we could be… Soldiers. we were both taught to be strong and fearless so that when we grew older we could be… soldiers. we were taug to man up and always make it work so that when we grew older we could be… soldiers. so I said to myself “no!” I will not step outside,  I decided to walk away and as I turned away I realized the soldier I’d been looking at had turned to me. or has he been looking at me this whole time? I can’t remember… I suppose I just been pondering so hard I found myself wondering into my imagination. but wait, the soldier I’d been starring at, the soldier who’s been starring back, he looks familiar.   after a closer look I couldn’t believe my eyes. What I saw must’ve been a lie. so finally I stepped outside to confront that soldier, and to my surprise, that soldier…was me now theirs two soldiers standing silently in the rain questioning who’s to blame, maybe this soldier should’ve given that soldier a helping hand or a shoulder to lean on, after all, we are people… -a.R. Herr