Hollowed out by hate,
Charred beyond recognition.
Maybe it was fate?
An unnoticed premonition?

Give us this day, our daily bread.
But leave us just the crust.
A waste of life and liberty,
A future full of dust.

Cast the shadow of the past,
Down the drain of death.
Take from us the better things,
The only things we have left.

We fight- to live.
To fight- is to die.
We fought for freedom,
Till the tree of life was dry.

I'm here in this house.
I'm here in this room.
Alone with my thoughts,
With the rain and the gloom.

I know I cannot,
but I feel like I can,
See you, as you read this,
Your blue eyes as they scan.

And I reach out my thoughts,
As if to find yours
To hold and to hug them
And unlock our mind's doors

Because if just for a minute
You knew just how much I,
Want to love you, and see you,
Just how you make my heart fly.

If you just knew the feeling,
Just the touch of your hand,
When our fingers lock, its uplifting,
I don't have to understand.

You are my hands
You are my feet
Without you
I'm incomplete.

I see you, standing by the water.  
All of the dried up shell I was, now falls around me.  
You were the last hope, that I had.

I know now, what I failed to see beforehand.
Yet, I know not what to do.  
I want this right, to set the world in motion.

And if I go, please plant the seed of ash,
Beneath the willow tree.
For it was planted, the day, I was born.

The cross hairs tangle,
My vision, a blur,
The gunfire thunders,
But my thoughts spread to her.

Erupting around me,
This building dissolves.
The bullets explode,
As my concentration evolves.

I grab two grenades,
And tear out the pins,
Hurl them over my shoulder,
As my head quickly spins

A deafening 'Roar',
Makes me ask why I'm here.
I could be hugging her tightly,
Instead, I'm in the death grip of fear.

I pray that I'll see her,
One last time to say,
"I've loved you since day one.
Will until the last day"

My heart almost bursts
When I get to my feet.
Because whistling bullets,
were searching for meat.

I jump for my cover,
Afraid for my life.
Her voice in my head,
Makes my grab for my knife.

And then it all hits me,
I need to live.
Nothing will stop me,
Nothing will give.

I just need to see you.
You're all that I've got.
If I get home alive for an instant,
I will know why I've fought.