Guardian Soilders

Ten angry soldiers up in the tree putting all their scopes on me Nine saddened solders staring down at their friend who fell all the way down Eight depressed soldiers sit down to pray to god for the falling friends and not to stray Seven soldiers sit in their position till one stends up before he lunges prays that they fulfill the mission Six confuzed solders take aim and fire losing balance falls from perspire Five less soilders then they begun till one realizes this war can't be won blows his brains out And he was done Four furious soilders in denial has a conflict and shot in his trial Three lost soilders yell out to the sky in hopes had may hear their cry Two enraged soldiers with nothing to eat lost his balance from his clumsy feet One lone soilders can be hear in the distant tree echo of gunfire as he aims at me One last shot is heard one last time following the sound of him tumbling to join his friends who were now a puddle of grime Ten shadow figures reunite to haunt the forest in the night In search of the won who began the fight Ten dedicated souls vow to watch over the world and never stop combating over what felt right