SSpires

Stay as low as we can From the dreadful loud band,



Of our friends being shot giving it all they got. Not knowing what to think, Never again wanting to blink.

Missing all our loved ones,back at home, Stuck in this deadly dome. Finding ways at night to stay warm, With our hands and feet nearly torn.



Being in here, day after day, Not knowing even what to say.

Sounds of our friends going "over the top", With them knowing that we yelled "STOP!"



Now our friends went to fly away, To a happier place, now no need to stay. Bodies everywhere you look they lay, This place is definatly not joyful and gay.



Now I am left, what do I do? I want to go home to my family and crew. Sitting here waiting for it all to be done, And go home and play with daughter and son.



Praying for safety Praying for health