The Wavering Soldier

The icy flow of blood chilled his heart
As dawn crept up into the sky.
He knew it was too late,
A choice, to live or die.

If a second longer he strayed,
The choice for him would be made.
But the bright light looked so appealing
As he looked into the ceiling.

The ceiling that was still blanketed with stars.
The Earth suddenly felt so far.
So far away he was in the light.
So warm like day, so cold like night.