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.