Memories of those days past blowing in my hair
Dreaming days gone long ago
Fast forward, but my mind tells me no
Dreams are real and life is void
my whole existence being toyed
Mind and body disagree
My soul is stuck unable to break free
Believing what you can't reality has been told
Truth, it's a choice, what is seen and what I hold
Constant moving though everything seems black
Working, shooting "Come on men let's pick up the slack!!
Lack of point no morality I deem
What is this? I still hear them scream.
Explosions flashing red paint splatters on my face
Because of your war I'll never go back to normals pace
You have true talent when it comes to writing.
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