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Walking all the while
On this battlefield
I say, its not worth
While i’m moving this way
I’ve become a cruel knife
Taking each life
Tearing pieces of cloth
To fill my wounds
And rise, and continue firing
I smell blood, breathe dust
Stamp souls and walk ahead
I’ll live this fight till our war is dead
We shout again, reaching homes
Repeating victory, leaving names on stones
Play with kids, give love a kiss
And explain how much I did miss
Now I seek in life, the calm
A place beside the Golden Sun
Twinkling like silver stars
Lighting up the dark sky
With dreams for me
But they shine as nightmares
Walking me up in terror
Hands tucked in,
Ready to pull out my gun
Only to realize the peace I’ve lost
For the fight I’ve won.


