Almost dead, but alive
Bruised, yet they’ll survive
As they think of niceties to escape the pain
They feel an eerie haunting that remains
All the bullets and the blood
The lifeless bodies in the mud
The endless screaming and the crying
The gasps of the weak and the dying
The bombs ticking oh so fast
Thinking, time to go home at last
Trudging through the awkward sand


Leaving the angry ravaged land
Going home to family and friends
Settling arguments and making amends
Happiness fades away
As they go back to fight another day
They all go, with the darkness closing in
To restart the inevitable cycle again