A Child In War

As the dust burns my weary eyes I push on and compromise Looking for a long lost dream Of swimming through the waters clean Bombs echoing in the distance Dead and gone in an instance Praying to god for every breath A candle lit for every death It is here I sit all alone A heart that burns turns to stone A concert of horror ringing clear I run and hide all in fear I steal and lie to survive Of my family I am the only life Oh! Please set me free My wish repeated instantly! In my mind all is rage I feel locked up in a cage When will this nightmare end? A stray bull dog my only friend During the nights we stay warm We help each other through the storms Our night lights, are burst from your guns The politicians say we are the ones The ones who kill day to day For when I grow up they will pay My train of thought, pains me now and then When I know war is a means to an end Sometimes I try to escape But I was turned in for a stay Slaving for the men of war Sometimes a cook, sometimes a whore Oh! Please set me free My wish repeated instantly I have to kill to get away I can no longer bear the pain My knife slides across their throats I’m caked in blood that coat’s Before I could run I heard screaming I continued my work while the tears were streaming In a way I am glad I was caught Now I can join that heavenly lot! My hound of war was first feed to me Then I was beat to subdue me! Almost to the point of certain death But they tortured my every breath They kept me breathing for the rope. They slung my body from the post I choked and kicked all I could While the others just watched from where the stood Before I lost my failing senses I prayed to god just to end this At that moment my prayers were sealed A boy in the crowd revealed his steel A rip of pain through the chest The bullet entered and did its best For a few days my body was displayed For those under slavery to see who disobeyed After a few days my body was searched Only a small diary was all the thieves could perch Meaningless thoughts were rattled out of rhyme A small short story of the life that was my time Beckoning to those that are still at war Freedom is a bullet wound for the soul to finally soar. Oh! Please set me free My wish repeated instantly. That same boy who ended all this pain They ended him his efforts never vain