Collection 4
Collection 4
4 the Dead
Death, Destruction, Pain, Despair
Is what I see, as missiles fill the air.
As we duck down in the blood soaked trenches, we march each day.
Painful memories of fallen friends, dead as they lay.
War torn Hero's that died each day.
Fighting for independence, giving their lives away.
Friends trapped in barbed wire and blown to ash,
Soon to be picked up and buried like trash.
Body parts mixed, identities lost.
How many souls will this war cost.
I keep asking myself why we must fight.
'Cause I must pray each day to survive the night.
Mangled frames, and empty shells
Each day we walk right through the gates of hell.
Looking at pictures of my wife and kids.
Leaving them will be the hardest thing I ever did.
Sanity slipping, losing it fast.
I saw my best friend's neck get slashed.
I have found a reason to keep fighting this war.
Taking revenge for fallen comrades is what I have in store.
The cries of those still living in the field.
Those that cry out to be healed.
Some times I wish I would just die,
'cause next to the dead is where I lie.
Quietly into the night we all must go.
Dying with strangers we hardly know.
I've seen men cry but not weep.
I've seen men die from fear in their sleep.
Till I die I shall do my best,
But in the end I shall fall like the rest.
Donald
Even the first day was intense,
All of the pain was at my expense.
When I first took the field,
I immediately lost my shield.
One of the boys just got shot,
Hopefully I won't be the next to be caught.
If you could see what I am going through
You would be crying too.
There are thousands of dead bodies,
And one was my friend Scotty.
There are all types of people here,
Most of them are full of fear.
There are diseases spreading,
Not to mention the cannon balls, that are just as threatening.
I see men suffering,
And now I have to do the covering.
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud,
I can't run from the attacks, or I'll get stuck in the mud.
I can't fall asleep,
Because the trouble I would have, would be deep.
Everyday I become more venerable,
And I can't do anything capable.
I wish I was at home,
But I shouldn't continue to moan.
Michael
Flashback
The nature of war,
it's an uneasy sight
the things people go through to put up a fight.
The fields are now baron,
but as I look back
all I can see is the smoke and the black.
As I look over my shoulder;
there I see my friend
choking and gasping; I realized he has reached his end.
I couldn't control myself.
I started running towards him; to help him;
but as I got there; I knew it was too late.
I looked at his face and knew it was fate,
for me to join him and clear out of this unjust world,
for he was my best friend.
So, as I watched myself pull the pin on my grenade;
I knew this was the best decision I had ever made.
The time was ticking; my time was near
I looked around and saw these people fighting for their lives.
The war was becoming worse;
I then screamed out in fear
I am now up above with my friend in the heavenly skies,
and today, as I look down, I feel on my cheek a tear of sadness
For there is too many struggles in life;
People are still at war
Observing this again, opens my "reality door"
and therefore I know there will never be peace on earth.
Ashley