For a moment there's no sound
As bullets rain upon the ground
Then the guns do crash and roar
Like waves upon a foreign shore
A bullet blinks past with a whistle
A friend's blood splatters, light as thistle
The sergeants voice is cut off short
As shrapnel in his throat is caught
A crater full of mud is seen
Before it's drowned in sickly green
The sky a memory long forgotten
The air around now hazy, rotten
At my feet's now a grenade
Yet strangely I am not afraid
As i'm blown back by the bomb
I wonder, what will they tell mom?
And as I lie upon this field
A land of scars which never healed
I can't help thinking was it worth
The blood we've shed upon this earth?
