I choose to remember.
I choose to remember those who fought in the war...
Shaken and tired they stand
with guns grasped tightly in their hands...
Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...
They are both on the field as they run; they hear...
They turn to each other both from different...
This war that we are still fighting
Is a waste of our time and lives...
Somewhere theres a man
Thinking of his child...
I havent quite figured out
what is going on over there...
I will be something,
Life will have meaning...
Darkness hems the battlefield
As the fury rages on...
Gleaming with hands held high.
The blue and the white mixed with the black...
Morbid thoughts of happiness trail through my head
morbid...
Littering the ground
the bodies of the fallen...