Wartime Beat
Wet trenches, cold feet
My heart pounding In my chest
Going to the wartime beat
Sounds of shells falling
Sounds of dying men
Sounds of men bawling
Asking to see loved ones again
The explosion stops, the fighting begins
I crawl out of the trench
And run thinking of how good my life has been
I shall never be the same again
Flashing of lights
booming like thunder
Blood in the air
there shall be no surrender
Bodies of men fly
Hopes killed
Men die
Pain shreds through me
I run on, I can't bear to stop
My vision fades, I fall on one knee
I try to stand, but flop
The sounds fade
Time crawls
My life is done, my story has been made
I shall die were I fall
Tears fill my eyes
I have so many regrets
I look up and through the smoke, I see the sky
I close my eyes know knowing I have paid my debts
My eyes open ,The scene has changed
No longer am I on the hard ground, but yet I am still in pain
The stench of death fills my nose
I shift and look, and my eyes behold
No longer am I on the field of battle
But in a tent, with the dying
With those for water crying
With those who are silently lying
I glance at my feet, my face goes pale
There's nothing left, I begin to wail
A nurse rushes over and begins to talk
My heart has just sank like a rock
She says I'm going home
My fight is over, I've done my job
I just ask to be alone
Men come in and take me away
They place me in a new tent, cleaner than the last
I breathe deeper, trying not to think of the past
I am done they say
They take me home, a medal on my chest
I receive the same things as the rest
Some with no legs, some no arms
All with a wartime beat pounding their chest
We shall never be the same
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