Dante - Pvt G.G Elliot, only 19
They were just young boys
Forced into war
Their eyes filled with unknown fear
Helmets way too big
Sliding down their ears
There's more to the story
Than what just appears
Its a war written story
Of mud blood and tears
Because they were soldiers so proud and young
All with honor and glory unsung
Bound together in blood and pain
Sorrow joy and tears that stain
They fought for their country bravely though
Fears inside was hidden no never shown
Among them a soldier wanders aimlessly
Lost in a world not his own
Thoughts of home are left to distort
Calamity
This is not reality
Memories the thin untouchable wisps of fading teargas
Reaching for them but grasping nothing
Hidden beyond the smoke his memories
Contort and twist into fantasy fallacy
Insomnia creeping into his brain
He remembers training
Don't go insane
He tries to remember the laughter from home
Their voices booming in his ears but true recognition is gone
Triggered bombs in the peril of night
Their calls similar to death's echo
Chilling a soldiers to his veins no
He is not the man he was before
He was left to protect
Atleast that's what he recollects
Unsure of true purpose
Does his gun repeatedly cocked mean that peace is imminent
Vermillion will spread across every land
Draining into the thirsty lifeless sand
Another silent planet
Holding only the ghosts of life
Barren empty sarcophagus
Without any words inscribed
Vermillion will spread across every land
Draining into the thirsty lifeless sand
Another silent planet
Holding only the ghosts of life
Barren empty sarcophagus
Without any words inscribed
He witnessed his buddies
His comrades his men
Bleeding and dying
He witnessed their end
Where is pvt tommy
He's blown up all around
His comrades spent hours
Picking him from the ground
Sleeping in holes
Dug in the sand
Dreaming of home
But it's become foreign land
He can't tell his enemies
From family or foe
As he sees his friends being sent out
With tags on their toe
Too many hands washed in widows' tears
Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears
Too many hearts frozen numb from fears
Of hope too distant like skylight chandeliers
If the night becomes his day
And if his hands burn like ash
He'll dream the dreams of yesterday
When the world would never crash
If he wakes to see the stars
All gone erased from presence
And hopeless eyes behind the bars
Serving a sentence for innocence
Then he'll know that what he fears
Had madly broken through its door
With arms and legs it's standing here
The horrible monster of human war
But still he'll dream through countless cries
Of staying alive
When everything dies
A tear ran down her cheek
As she read the words he wrote
His dad sat at the table
With a lump in his throat
The letter it was stained
From the blood mixed with sand
It was a letter
From their son who died in a far off land
The letter said mom this pain I cannot stand
From the shrapnel that ripped through the flesh of this young man
I feel the pain so badly
That it makes me wanna scream and cry
I know I will not see you
I know that I will die
So I just wanted to say
Before God calls me home
Don't worry about me anymore
And I did not die alone
I did not die alone