THE BIRTH OF HOPE

Now I face the battle and the trumpet has sounded in my hands I feel the cold steel grey I wish my LORD we didn't fight this day My enemy swiftly approaches his blade a target has founded my LORD I hope we never fight another war this way. Deadly is the jungle the air is poison and rank my one desire is to make it another day. To the rear I hear the stems breaking his aim is true as his bullet seeks it's pay my chest is spurting blood and aching. My LORD I hope we never fight another war this way. Now the wars are over people are lying all around funny we were never quite this close I hope death will find me laying here in this inferno that we called a city, At least I know there'll never be another war fought this way.