• Blood stained tears run down my face
    as I sit here alone waiting for the land mines to blow
    This war is horrible, so wicked, so cruel
    It seems like a hundred years ago when I watched my best friend
    Die

    Kill or be killed those are the only choices that I have
    Never do I blink for fear that I will die
    New recruits come everyday, eager to join this hell that we call "war"
    Still they make good soldiers, for they still believe they are immortal

    I have seen and done a lot of things
    that haunt me during the night
    Everytime I shut my eyes I see myself
    taking that soldier's life

    My family sends me letters
    they tell me that I am brave
    they tell me that they are proud of me, of the sacrifices I have made
    Yet I wonder would they be proud of me knowing what I had done?
    I had the choice to save a boy but yet I took his life
    without a second thought

    I pray to god every night
    asking for forgivness for what I have done
    I ask him to take care of the boy and
    to tell him that I am sorry

    As I kneel in the trenches with my soldiers all around me
    waiting for the bombs to rain down
    I wonder to myself how many of my men will die with honors today?

    There is no honor in killing your enemy when you realie they had a life
    a family that loved them and are waiting for them to come home
    People dont realize the coldness of war untill they are handed a gun
    and told to fire at may

    As my men are blown to bits and pieces I ask myself when?
    When will this hell ever end?