Faces of War, Day 1

Oh! the cries of defeat echoes But its not the only screams Heard through this fog Here we all lie We have all lost our hopes Of ever winning this war My brothers' bodies Lying everywhere Bleeding out what is left of them We are now weak Weaker than we have ever been And what does tomorrow promise? Does it promise recovery Or the hope of a brighter day? One without death and red Instead it promises yet, Another similar day Of young men laid to rest Many miles away But we can still hear them Beer and music They will sharpen their blades Tighten their bows and arrows They are ready for the kill A shame, I have to exist To witness the end Painting it on my memories, if I ever lived I would have loved To live amongst pride Like that of my enemy But the only feeling That I am accompanied with Is the screams of loss