Wind When Betides

goodbye when poignant in the valley of the tunes morning never be the wishing by the tea cup breeze when passes by the desire for trudging the top hill hope yet slakes by the swing to touch moon or the sea passion when exalts the freedom by the glow purpose never be defeated by the brave man gallant soldier still remembers his night by the home the fight yet rigid in the frame of iron across the bayonet it is not the cupboard love that you left the home near and dear ones when remember with the grimaces blood still intones by the vain never being saddled shadow yet cuts the glow by the heedless haze greens when surmise the sorrow by the mainstay I will not be the same man as I am by the flame yet the gray hair falling to the ground by the age hedge still betiding of the the hours by the tears askance glares the lamp post by bequesting the glow the curve of smile when meanders away by the mirror I will just remember the days embracing the pages History still loves the brave soldiers who fight the games