I can taste the blood,as i try and hide
It's not mine but from the thousands that have died,
I can taste the fear, i can taste the pain,
Like helpless children we are going to be slain.
I can smell the gas, as it slowly creeps behind,
It makes me see stars its deluding my mind,
I can smell the death, i can smell the stench,
As i am waiting, to die in a trench.
I can hear the war horns, they summon us to die,
Soldiers shot dead, directly were they lie,
I can hear the bombs, I can hear the screams,
Of the tortured souls wandering through my dreams.
I can feel the bullets, as they fly by my head,
One hit my only friend, now he is stillness;dead,
i can feel the gunshot, i can feel the pain,
Everything Ive done its all been in vain.
I can see the bullet shell, that pierced my chest,
Its making me feel weary, I need to have a rest,
I can see the fear, I can see the dead,
I can see my khaki shirt; its bloody red.
I came here for Honor, I came here for pride,
I left the world with a widowed bride,
Am i going to heaven? Am i going too hell?
Will i meet the devil? Only God can tell,
I'm not the first, and i wont be the last,
Ive been stalked by death and now I'm the past.
