Soldier
Passed my army training feeling like a real man
Straight away they sent me to Afghan
Sharing a tent on a folding bed
Wish I was in a hotel room instead
The suns too hot it’s burning my skin
I often think am I doing the right thing
In the battlefield trying to survive
To say I’m not scared would be a lie
Bullets flying over my head
Got to keep my cool or I’ll end up dead
The smell of death all around
Whistling bullets and screams is the only sound
Yesterday was a bad day for me
My friend was killed and I got shrapnel in my knee
Up to now I’ve lost three friends
Will this war ever end?
On my way home in the medical van
Was tall and proud now a broken man
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