The Realm of the Unending Day

The battlefield is a never ending space.
I never meant to end up in this place.
As the long, hot days trickle on by,
My only hobby is to cry and cry.
Tears fall and make a stream,
mysterious and deep, curious as a dream.
Soldiers sip from the salty sea,
an ocean of tears made by me.
This is the story of the life of our brothers,
we never mean to hurt each other,
but somehow all control slips away
when we enter the realm of the unending day.