BiancaM2007

The bombs are falling no faster than my friendsand you couldn't possibly imagine whats running through my headLetf, right; left, right.The dead are just the dead. My love; my life, sick, tired, home and alone in bed.She had warned me but I just had to leave for new experiences and sights my buddies said to be exciting and heady It would be no surprise to die tonightbut if I return home, I will face the regret of disreguarding her sentimentHowever, she is my motovation; she is my light. If I had a clue, theres no way I'd be hereThe conditions are harsh and men are inferior I believe its true, you have no idea until you're interior. It is no matter to those men who or what you areTo them you're just another number; another statistic. So who are they to direct me in this war?I'm nearly positive they don't care what battles I already wear Next chance I get, I'm running homeI will start anew and forget of these torturing nightmares.

I am young and lively This war will not be the death of me