War
War is hell
Some soldiers are stuck in cells
Shots are fired
They're surrounded by barbed wire.
Crawling through the battlefields,
Hoping that we have a shield.
Wanting to come home,
Instead of not knowing where to roam.
Wondering if I'll throw a bomb tomorrow,
Filling other people's lives with sorrow.
It must top, it's not right,
There goes my friend Dwight.
I'm behind enemy lines,
Hoping that I will be fine.
It's not fair,
But we have to care.