The Distance You Hear It.
The Clicking.
The Yelling.
Even The Shooting.
It All Ends With Pain.
Thinking Of The Time You Held Them.
Regret Of Signing.
A Pin, A Name, A Number.
You Asked For It.
Telling Loved Ones You'd Be Back.
Tears Of Sweet Pain.
Something So Right To You, Wrong.
Experince Of Something No One Wants.
Do You See It, No?
The Sadness That Creeps.
The Blood That Spills.
Your Own Commrads Hitting The Ground.
You Fight For Freedom.
They Fight For The Same Thing.
Is It Fair, To Take Their Life or Ours. .?
Heaven Weeps Over Us.
The Fallen, The Living, The Souls That Watch.
All Right, But Further From Wrong.
A Memory Not Worth.
Clicking Of The Feet.
Men, Screaming In The Fear Of Agony.
Bullets Rushing Past, Knocking Others Over.
It Hits You With Exciment.
Is It Time. .? To Continue To Take Lives.
You Stand Proud With Every Kill.
This Is Pain, This Will Be Regret, It Is Murder.
No One See It This Way, Never.
The Flag Hangs High,
Will You Be Home or Dead.
A Pray, A Cry, Deprived.
Wanting, Craving To Go Home.
