Dark have been my dreams of late
my mind to weary to open this gate
horrors unimaginable swirl dark and vast
and fill my life with firey blasts
gun shots scream into the night
as we fight for all thats just and right
my friends and comrades in pools of blood soak
as they leave this world with the fire and smoke
am i next is my time drawing near
in the heat of battle my pride shifts to fear
people wage war not for pride or fame
they do it for fun every war is the same
the sun arises on our final day
the war is over, our job is done, sanity is all we pay
but in my mind it plays over and over
my entire life a simple "no leaf clover"
these horrors of my life will never be done
call me a sinner, call me a saint, my only friend a gun
dark have been my dreams of late
my mind to weary to open this gate
