Eleven Eleven War Is Over Slam

I hasten to place much faith in idle talk Reality tells me i am never getting out of here Rather I am destined to die here Beside these other condemned band of brother's This sorry War friends has forced upon me to rely Word has filtered through the end is nigh But though false dawns may lift the spirits Of the uninitiated A seasoned second tour trench institutionalized vetran I remember this more than my walls and streets of home And what if the rumors are to be proved true I Fear the Man I shall Return Is no longer the carefree Boy who Left Another lifetime ago How am I to live out my Day's Knowing now what I have seen and done For King and Country My Sunny Valentine has been replaced by my Riffle And the reflection in my polished bayonet Bounces off my tin helmet I inherited from some poor soldier never going home Make what sense of the following sentence You must I will be sad to leave this place of untold misery Come that Day Saying Goodbye will be paved with raw despair For so many other reasons than those we lost Along the way You asked a boy to buy into this War And now I stand before you a Soldier Sir It isn't fair Sir Please don't send me back Sir This is all I know now I love the way the shell's fall darkening the Sky Exploding into shrapnel furness plumes of Death The Mud The smell of human faces The bloodied broken bones Blown into a thousand piece's I am so accustomed now I think Id miss shell shock Once more over the top please Sir The War isn't won or over yet And Sir I am not ready to go home just yet