Signed our last name to history
Plastered on the wheels of uncertainty
Full of live, full of strength
Was the motto in our mind.
No one warned us of the hallow
No one warned us of the hereafter
We marched in head first.
Armatures at war, strangers to everything
We promised we will be back,
Another lie from the front line.
Back deep in the sand, hands pleading out,
We are surrounded by the soldiers aiming down
Our life’s now in the hands of those we sought to take.
As life flashes before our eyes,
We heard a voice proclaim, “lay your weapons down, there calling off the war”.
On the grounds of winning streak
Of those that have laid, hands pleading out.
Hereafter, the suffering viciously begins
What is left of the body, is brought back for repairs,
But the mind forever tainted from the horror of uncertainty
The good in a broken man, gives the bad a place to hid.