When I was young, I said I'd do right, grow up, be a patriot and never let anyone die by my side.
I told myself I couldn't be there when the metals meet the bones, but the more i see, the less I become like that boy who always wanted home, but I still sit there, seeing my brothers die, just far enough to only be able to ask why, when half your friends are going through war and the others are enlisting, wishing to do more, but the ones who don't just ignore the issue behind their closed doors calling it weakness and fear because they never even had to taste that same painful tear that burns like acid and tears a heart apart