Death Awaits
Death awaits the young marine
The touch of a woman, true love, never seen
Bullets tear through him
He drops to the ground, with blood soaked skin
His companions push forward for victory
He’s left to die, nobody listens to him scream
Angels come to save his soul
Demons laugh for the life they stole
As the soldier cry’s from the pain
He thinks “If I’m to die, who’s to gain?”
A victim of reality, thoughts through his head
Choking on his tears, knowing he is dead
A flag upon his body, his comrades stand and mourn
His parents watch on, staring at the flag, as youths they burned
A memorial was held and heads were hung low
But war must be continued and soon it’s time to go
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