No Mans Stare

The dirt is here, the dirt's in my mouth Screaming noises I hear as my friends and comrades are cut down Explosions that sear and tear through my mind The mud and the blood, a mess of gleaming life shot to hell Under the cold of the moon on this sharp winters night I signed up to be free, a kings shilling for me I can't face anymore of what I have to see I can't kill anymore when I see the fear and dread in their eyes If I lay here and pray a bomb may quickly end my life My leg's have been shattered by bullets, I can't move, I can't fight I can't bear to live if it's at such pain and sacrifice As I turn I see through the smoke and the mud the silhouette of a life I make out who he is - a friend of mine! As the smoke clears I see the cold stare in his young eyes They are looking at me but my friend is not there As my heart beat fades, as my eyes start to wear, I sink into the mud thinking This no-mans land has too many no-man's stares.