They were fighting here
Living here
Enveloped in a life
That none have since seen
And I work here
I watch as they fight
My nose drips
My eyes water
as I see their bodies
fall to the ground
Their brothers, fathers, best friends die before them.
I wade into the shallows of time
I push against its thick film
But i cannot pass
I can do nothing but watch
as they fight, suffer, and lose.