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by edy Dec 4, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I sit alone behind these barracades Letting my life pass me by Fighting for my country With not even a reason why? Stuck in this world Where I sure dont belong Im fighting for my country? And for some reason I think it's wrong They've sent me across the world And Im fighting for survival There's no longer a purpose Everybody is my rival I sit behind these barracades As bullits are sent across my face I must stay low Or those bullets will soon be my fate The cold is soon coming in this december in hell But I must do anything to survive Fight with all my will Each passing day I've become more endangered It's like a dead man walking Walking full of anger With all this anger built up I shoot at whatever moves Because If I dont shoot first I might as well say goodbye Because Ill lose As fear wakes me up Eventhough I never go to sleep I'm forever awake As each dead body falls next to me I'm stuck in the middle With little amo left Pretty soon Ill have to run Because all my fellow soldiers Well their dead; But if you get this anytime soon Or maybe a day too late Just be proud I died an american soldier And we took over Hussein!! ~eddy~ (I tried writing it from a soldiers point of view and some of my beliefs mixed in hope you enjoy)