Last Voice on the Comms

Burned fields where the morning died Boots in ash, old grin in the wind You walked in like the war knew your name Kept the rookies steady when the fire came in Harvest first, then ringfire skies Every frightened soul learned your tone Spartans hit like thunder in steel You kept the rest of us from dying alone When the drop doors shook And the whole world sparked One voice still cut through the dark Last voice on the comms Still cutting through the fire Old soldier in the smoke Still dragging hope up higher From Harvest to the Ark When every sky went black We still hear Sergeant Johnson Calling all of us back Last voice on the comms When the line was almost gone You made us feel like Earth Was worth another dawn Cairo light and Delta rain Mombasa glass and Covenant flame You wore the joke like body armor Made the end of the world sound tame Then the Ark lit up with dying stars And the air went white around your hands You met the last machine with open eyes Still buying time for every man No medals in the static No choir in the spark Just one more Marine Holding heaven in the dark Last voice on the comms Still cutting through the fire Old soldier in the smoke Still dragging hope up higher From Harvest to the Ark When every sky went black We still hear Sergeant Johnson Calling all of us back