This peace turns to war and rage,
As the blood soothes the wounds that will soon become the scars on your face,
People dieing on brabed wire,
While others burn in exploding fires,
No fire works only bombs,
Only some of us will survive only some will live on,
Looking at you in my arms while your dieing,
Soon the pain will go away and in the clouds you'll be flying,
As you take your last breath,
You see me your best friend get shot to death,
Now the pain is gone and we're reunited,
We did our job we stood up for our country defended and fighted.
