The lost souls

I thought about the war,
And I understand,
The loss, The blood, The pain.

When I wake up,
And the battles begin,
I think I will never,
Be home, safe again.

Some of them stay,
Until the end,
And chose to feel,
The loss and The pain,
Of those who have passed,
On the great battle plains.

But we all know,
Sometimes to well,
That even those mourned,
Have never left.

They travel the plains,
Looking for souls,
Just as there own,
Never greatly mourned.

So this is why,
The loss and The pain,
Is also filled with grief,
Knowing that at home,
They would have been safe.

Away from the horrors,
Which they have seen,
Away from the devils,
Which made them keen,
Closer to the people they love.