Fading Anguish

Forced down onto the thick mud the stench of this rotten blood Determined for this to be surreal My fate would change if it were real My life begins anew In my head From the time mother put me to bed Father took me to my first Yankee’s game Where I was inspired by their fame To keep the kids soundly in bed My blood, I fear, I must shed Not knowing whether I would live or die the anguish is consuming my thigh The pain is slowly dying out my destiny is nothing but a doubt Laying on the red infested loam Guadalcanal, you are my last home.