My friend lies fallen
Cold and dead
On the ground beside me

My cousin dies
Before my eyes
A bullet put through his head

Now only I stand
Alone in these barren fields
And I wonder, is it worth the pain?
Is it worth the fight?
Is it worth staying up all night,
Worrying about what is to come
Dreading the sight of a rising sun?

Now I see
The enemy comes
Ready to finish me off.
I grasp my gun
Then fire and run
Hoping when there is no hope left

That I may survive
Against all odds
That I may strive
For a better cause
Then this blasted thing called warfare.