How many tears will fall on the ground ?
From the silent eyes on the left charcoal and sulfur,
Gently blood stumbles from the wound down
Bullets and bodies can't seem get enough of one another.
The sounds of bullets raging out to other side
Taking down a father, brother, a friend,
The soldier lying down in his blood
with also million thoughts in his mind can't hear anything.
A gray cloud of dust has taken over the skies
Wherever he turns his eyes
He watches hatred and death,
His breath keeps gulping out as it's begging to be free
He thinks is this what he will remember as he draws his last breathe ?
His innocent childhood friend standing by him
Too busy taking others lives,
As he looks at the mud covering his boots
He remembers once it was something they played with and he smiles.
Suddenly from between the noise and echo
something drops and a shrill of silence can be heard
Followed with voices of cries and despair
and end of lives uttering incomplete words.
As his breathe gets dimmer with other lives
he sees his child
how he hugged him when he left home and tears he cried,
How he came running as the soldier walked out the door
He grabbed his fathers legs saying "daddy please don't go".
The night before he left flashes
How he held on to her the whole night,
Whispering all the love he could in her ears
Because somewhere they both knew it was the last time.
All the while brothers around him kept falling
but he didn't see the war,
He saw what he wanted to see
Not the bombs but a dream worth dying for.
He died with his eyes wide open
Now being just a worthless thing for them,
Packing his body in a box and they send him home
Stealing someone's family of their happiness and smile Again.
Once war starts and millions fall
they promise this would be the last
but then the blood shed in some way goes on,
This world is Hell-bent and heaven bound.
Thousands of die everyday over materials of this world
Intentions and motives not making sense and really unclear.
They want to live like immortals so they waste others lives
Too desperate to run from their wrong actions and deeds
Thinking the materials would keep em free from guilt at night.