Into The Rising Sun

I wrote this based off a dream I had. In my dream it was a song so it's a little rough. I'm not a huge fan of it but I'm hopeing for feed back to make it better.

Soldiers marching off to battle
Mothers clinging sons
With their heads held high
Sisters wave goodbye
As they march off into the sun

One lonely father watches his daughter
As she hangs her head in shame
She was watching those boys
Off to become men
But she's one lonely father's only daughter

Soldiers marching off to battle
Mothers crying loud
With their shoulders hung low
They watch their brothers fall
As they march to the setting son

She watches as the list is read
Learning the names of the dead
She runs to her father
Who's about to lose his daughter
As she watches the setting son

Soldiers marching off to battle
The church bells have not rung
With their feet in the mud
And their faces covered in blood
They aim for the rising sun

The draft comes to her small town
And she watches the boys run down
Her heart starts to pound
Her hair falls down
She steals her father's cloths
Binds her chest so now one knows

Soldiers marching off to battle
Mothers clinging sons
She cut her hair
Because this world's unfair
One lonely father watches his only daughter
As she marches off into the son

She holds her gun high
As she watches her comrades die
She gave up on vanity
As she keeps her sanity
Above her head bullets fly

Soldiers marching off to battle
Mothers losing sons
One lonely father prays for his daughter
As she marches off into the son

She watches Brother against Son
She closes her eyes and knows what to do
In her grey she enters the fray
Bullets landing at her heels
She goes to a soldier dressed in decay

Pulls off her helmet showing her hair
She told that soldier that the world is unfair
She knew that her fighting did not belong their
She pulled that soldier off the field
And she watched him until he was healed


She had stuffed him with bread
Thought surely he was dead
He was a blue and she was a grey
But it didn't matter that day

Soldiers marching home from battle
Mothers holding sons
And one lonely Father
Clutches his daughter
Marching home from the sun
She married that Blue
And she turned twenty two
She watched her father's eyes
right before he died
he said " Daughter I'm proud of you"
His life was done
And hers had begun
All with the rising sun