- originally written March 8, 2006 -
I'm an old soldier
All wounded and worn
Every part of me
So Twisted and torn
Longer than I'd like to remember
I've been fighting night and day
Life is emptier than December
The past and future alike are grey
Did you hear me when
I cried out for peace
Cried out for silence
Where were you when
I cried out in pain
Cried out for help
Now it's too late for help or change
As i go into this final battle
This one will be much too strange
Enough to make the world rattle
But this time may be my last
I don't think I'll make it out alive
There's nothing i can do for the past
But there's no way left to survive
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