Biting my lip in concentration
Sweaty brow from my frustration
Where has all my time gone by?
I've been fighting for so long, but why?
Nostrils flaring at the smell
Rancid bodies from what I can tell
Is this all life will offer me?
Is this really what I want to be?
I've got an open shot at last
I've got to take it and fast
I wonder if I still have a home?
Or will I return and be all alone?
Sinking down onto my knees
The blood has made it hard to see
I've been fighting for my country's pride-
Is that the best reason for me to die?
Feeling sheets beneath my skin
Surveying the room that I am in
There isn't anyone here to care
I've fought so hard, is this ending fair?