Saturday, February 12, 2011

World War II.

Fierce versus fierce;
trading honor with blood and tears.
fighting a war that's not even his;
replacing wedding rings with bruises on his fist.

Giving up was never an option;
lost his love as he was fighting for no reason.
a lot of bullets have the world wasted;
a lot of souls crying the longer the war lasted.

Heroes, they call themselves;
books were written and were put on the shelves.
But no one could feel what the soldier had felt;
even the leader who sent him to his death.

*senseless Na.Na*

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