DMarriott


 * Down in These Trenches**

down in these trenches all are filled with men holding granades and guns, //no mercy// will we send.



the men next to me going over the top but they wont make it through all of them //will be shot//.



fithgting over words no one wants to be here with man after man falling to the ground //each death// brings a tear.



down in these trenches poison gas fills the air machine guns are being shot over head //every soldier// in despair.



not as easy as it seemed but we have to be stong and help the men around us only //protection// do i long.



what i thought would be so fun if only i knew the truth, i would //turn around and run//.