Two wounded soldiers
Guns pointed one another
Aiming down broken sights
Twisted broken from each fight

Faces scared fears cover the eyes
Triggers waver love and hate
Bullets fired but out of pride or hate?

They entered this war  
An army built of love and faith
attacked by hate and fear

Now just aiming down the broken sights
Memories of better days flash
Blood flows the wounds grow,
Tears break the soldiers eyes
The last bullets are fired at one another..

They were once lovers,
Now they are enemies
On the battlefield of love and hate
As they fall the hearts shatter
Once smiling believing in fate
Now bleeding thinking it was all fake.