The Soldier.

My bed it flies, and the room it shakes,
It is like another earthquake.
Only this time, fire lights the sky,
let's see tonight, how many will die?
Would you like to go up, and try to fly?
Or be like the dead boy, and continue to look up with just one eye.

Living this life is certainly hard,
I'm still waiting for my family to send their card.
I never thought I would be this scarred.
They would never recognize me, my body is charred.

I long for the day, to go back home.
Back to the town, which at one time I used to roam.
Will I ever make it back?
I hope to hell, I stay on the right track.

I have seen my friends killed, and their bodies demolished.
Just because of laws they wished were abolished.
A volunteer I am, for this civil war,
I beg you Lord, please no more!

My body it aches,
and the ground it shakes,
can't you see nobody is awake?
They are all dead, lying in the pool of blood.
Blood that mixed with the ground, and is as dark as mud.

Ah! what a pain, I think I got hit!
As a man once said, this is a "world of shit"!
They try and try, by soon I am out,
apparently my death, is all they think about.

They try and try, just to revive.
Somehow, some way, I am still alive.
I see the ceiling above, and I feel insane,
I think I'm okay, just shaken by the pain.

I sit up on the bed, and look around the room,
All it is, is silence and gloom.
There is a child next to me, on the bed to the left,
His family is here, seeing more of war's theft.

I want to reach out, and say call their name,
but they all, just look at me in shame.
Their boy is dead, and what can I say?
I don't deserve to live another day.

A hero they will call me, when I get back.
However, my experiences are enough to cause a heart attack.
What a terrible thing, we had to do,
but I almost sacrificed it all for my boys in blue.

I wish I could remove my mind from this dread,
I'll try to sleep it off, as I head to bed.