BATTLEZONE

It's a scary thing
To lie face down
In the mud
A soldier boy
Deep in war
The shells explode
In your head
The battlezone
A burning bed
You gotta take care
Of your own
Gotta take care
Of your own
The battlezone
The battlezone
The battlezone
Gotta take care
Gotta take
You take what you need
You take what you need
I gotta survive
In this burning bed
I sign my name in red
It's so -- unfair
In the mud
Little air
It's like a battle
Of despair
Like a battle
Or a war
What is your cause?
Are you right?
What is your cause?
Are you right?
The children
They always suffer
The battle -
Is never -
Won.

01/27/2005

Author's Note: peace

Posted on 01/27/2005
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