Here, looking from where they stand now,
they wonder if it was all worth it;
the fighting, the killing,the blood shed.
looking through hollow eyes
leading to shallow souls;
Boys go to war to become men
and return only half of what they were.
Fighting for the sake of starving families
,a dying loved one or simply the hope for better days.
Lured by the so called "pride of the army".
Saying with a smile
"it's only gonna be a couple years then
think about the better life we'll have".
-Son, the army's no place for smiles.
Journeying to where the devil lives locally
little did they know that death lives there too
while divinity inhabits in a distance.
Define divine, God the almighty
now they know the true God is undefined
a mystery left refined
They fought for what they thought was right
it's ironic how death opens one's eyes
They said God bless america
with there final breaths.
He said God bless my homeland
(Where ever it may be)
in the final hour of death
He remembers what he fought for
that blurred image of a boy playing with a toy plane
woosh,dip,dive then ascend
destined to follow the footsteps of those before
his face so close yet out of reach
"so stupid !"
why must history repeat itself
if i could swear in this place I would
Son instead i'll shed my angel tears
tears that melt with falling rain.
tears that fall in vain".