Come Back Alive

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

In the quiet of dawn, where shadows creep, 
A warrior stands, with promises to keep. 
His armor gleams, but his heart is torn, 
For the whispers of fate, in the silence, mourn. 

He looks to the hills, where the battles rage, 
With a heavy heart, he turns the page. 
A mother’s tears, a lover’s sigh, 
"Return to me, my love, come back alive." 

Come back alive, through the storm and strife, 
Fight for our dreams, for the hope of life. 
In the echoes of war, hear my desperate plea, 
Come back alive, my heart belongs to thee. 

Through fields of sorrow and rivers of pain, 
He charges forth, but it’s all in vain. 
With every swing, a memory fades, 
As the ghosts of the fallen dance in the glades. 

The clash of steel, the cries of despair, 
He fights for a world that’s no longer fair. 
With every heartbeat, he feels the knife, 
"Return to me, my love, come back alive." 

Come back alive, through the storm and strife, 
Fight for our dreams, for the hope of life. 
In the echoes of war, hear my desperate plea, 
Come back alive, my heart belongs to thee. 

As the skies grow dark and the heavens weep, 
He sees their faces in his dreams so deep. 
A promise made beneath the stars above, 
To return to the ones who fill his heart with love. 

But destiny calls with a cruel embrace, 
And he stands alone in this forsaken place. 
With courage like fire and resolve like stone, 
He battles the night in a world overthrown. 

In the final hour, as shadows collide, 
He whispers a vow to the winds that guide. 
With every breath, he fights for their lives, 
"Return to me, my love, come back alive." 

Come back alive, through the storm and strife, 
Fight for our dreams, for the hope of life. 
In the echoes of war, hear my desperate plea, 
Come back alive, my heart belongs to thee. 

And when the dawn breaks over bloodied skies, 
Will he find his way back? Will he hear her cries? 
In the tales of old where legends thrive, 
Forever they’ll sing: "Come back alive."