Minutes and hours banned into concrete to
Make sure I see
The eyes of the dying staring upon me scars
Upon my soul
And if time is a healer, he has forgotten me
Seconds turned to stone
A medal of honor lend by a country to
Indemnify
For the pain and the torture felt by a soldier
Hole inside my soul
Deep in this wasteland in distracting reality
There is no place for honor, no pride and
Dignity
Promise of glory and a fictional enemy
They made us feel so rightful, so strong,
Unwavering
Endlessly marching through the dust of this
Dying land
And water is your best friend, tears in the
Burning sand
As the first target came in sight you could feel
The pressure grow...
The order was clear: Take control of this town!
There will be no defense, only women and
Children are left...they were so wrong
Unable to say who was the first to unlock the gun
But once the fire is started there is no chance
To run
If child or a man, there is no time left to hesitate
The will to live is stronger, here in the hand of
Fate
And all that is left is the blood of a dying child
I hear his mother crying each and every night