A War
I'm five thousand miles from home
lost in this utter hoplesness
trapped in this foreign land
when the only souls i've got
drop like flies on a hot summer day
murdered, unloved
laying dead in an unforgiving land
im six thousand miles from home
the place of comfort and hope
wishing for the things I took for granted
since there is nothing for me here
only killers and monumental worries
fear preys upon your mind
coldness grips your heart
the dominating question of
'Will you survive?'
im seven thousand miles from home
and all I want to do is escape
yet obligation is a shackle upon my wrists
keeping me here in this warzone
this place of discomfort and lonliness
im eight thousand miles from home
marching in this wasteland forever
a gun is in my hands
material things in my pack
a blanket
a comb
a photo
and that is all i've got
my only posessions in this hated place
im nine thousand miles from home
and all I want is to be with you
i've been here amid theese explosions and gunfire way too long
do you think of me even now?
am I loved though i'm in this foreign land?
i'm a lifetime from my home
I feel as if I may never return
you seem way too far away
and I fight for you all the time
i'm shot at every day
I try to live, to survive
so I can come home to you
I pray for this fearsome fight to end
since my peace of mind it did slew
and in this terrible war
if I have no hope, no courage
i'll die.
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