I’m in a battle field
I am loosing
I have no backup to help me flee
I’ve got one shot to make
But I think am late

This life is my battle field
I have struggled in this field
But I am not strong enough to beat it
I have loved
But in return they have spat on me and laughed
I have fed the hungry
But when they were full and strong they fed on me

I have got one shot to make
But thousands of enemies to beat
Should I take this shot down my throat?
Or wait for the enemies to bring me down

I will keep the good memories
And remember not the bad ones
I have learnt that the love I had
Is just a moment in time that I can only treasure.