Battle Grounds
Far in the distance
A war rages
Staining crimson upon the ground
Battle cries of victors and the fallen
With every slash and stab
A soldier thinks of his family
The ones he may never see again
Steel pierced with iron
Horses’ crimpled by the lances
All awhile a battered flag waves high
Above the scene of blood and battle
Never ceasing in its cheering
To lead its men to victory