The battle is heating up,
Gun fire hitting the brick walls.
Watching friends or foe fall,
Everything is just a mess.
Tucking my gun under me,
Slowly trying to crawl free.
A man stops in font,
I shot him without thinking.
Seeing the blood splat across his eyes,
Slowly my mind kept this image in tie.
I'm running to the front,
Hope to God I don't get hit.
Taking the flag that once stood,
Slowly burnt it to the ground.
This isn't the end you see,
The war has just began for me.
I see bodies turn to shreds,
and families flash beyond my eyes.
Men wounded or dead on beds,
Watching shells fly so high.
The war has just begun,
Not just a war, a battle.
I have to fight to win, flee must I go,
Or kill and sin,
Watching the blood seep into the snow.
I may die before tonight,
My last letter I might write.
Tell mom and dad, don't be sad,
I'll be glad when this is over and said.
An old poem of mine.
Gun fire hitting the brick walls.
Watching friends or foe fall,
Everything is just a mess.
Tucking my gun under me,
Slowly trying to crawl free.
A man stops in font,
I shot him without thinking.
Seeing the blood splat across his eyes,
Slowly my mind kept this image in tie.
I'm running to the front,
Hope to God I don't get hit.
Taking the flag that once stood,
Slowly burnt it to the ground.
This isn't the end you see,
The war has just began for me.
I see bodies turn to shreds,
and families flash beyond my eyes.
Men wounded or dead on beds,
Watching shells fly so high.
The war has just begun,
Not just a war, a battle.
I have to fight to win, flee must I go,
Or kill and sin,
Watching the blood seep into the snow.
I may die before tonight,
My last letter I might write.
Tell mom and dad, don't be sad,
I'll be glad when this is over and said.
An old poem of mine.
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