Against the wind
Soldiers fight for their country,
they try to protect millions of people.
Again, nowadays slaves for no reason shooting enemies or brothers in the darkness.
They feel like heroes when they go, they feel empty when they come back, if they have that chance.
Injured souls forever, phoenix birds burnt in their ashes to finish.
Fighting agaist the wind, soldiers are. Whatever they do,
will never be the best.
The history of the humanity,
always the same story to write.
Why not send the leaders to fight each other?. I guess, there wouldn't be many wars.
Easy to send innocents to fight, while the big idiots talk about talking around the world.
Meanwhile, we are small fish
swimming in troubled waters,
food for big sharks to smile with big teeth for the whole world.
Against the wind we fight everyday, and all of a sudden,
somebody blows our life off.
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