A Hero's Confessions

The old man walked down the street Remembering what he wish to forget The scars on his body match the scars on his heart All the friends that fell stained his mind with death All the blood that spilled stained his hands with killing Born to kill is a tattoo on his heart that's won't wash away But deeper with in, past his friends, past the blood is the secret The secret that every soilder has, but no soilder says He can see the other bodies mixed in with his friends The other bodies that he shot, that he killed, that he left to rot Those are the faces, the spirits, the souls that truly haunt the soilder So the man walks, further and futher into his memory So the man walks, further and further into his pain Finally his pain is gone, he has found peace, he has found nirvana His body gets cold, his mind blank, but his expression is that of a smile Death gripped him, but peace of mind filled him He could finally rest in peace, he can finally forget The pain he had, and the pain he caused The war was over