Post by jessiree on Nov 28, 2005 19:31:04 GMT -5
i look through my murky eyes
at the bloodshed and then tears in their eyes
as i see this world Right for once in my life
i see so much blood yet it is not from me
my hands are no drenched in the blood of he
so i scream
"so much for praying to the angels above, why he why me why this why now?"
then guns fire and the sounds pound in my ears
now i can not see clearly from all of my tears
i can not tell if that figure i fear is a man or woman;
child or grown;
black or white;
their side or my own
yet i still raise my gun
preparing to die
as i take one last look into his weak eyes
my companion of so many years
who is still holding on but barley alive
then another figure appears
Gray or blue
i still can't see clear
but the second figure is aiming for the head of the first
so i take my last shot
with my last will
then silence rang in my ears
i had taken the second figure's life
as the first did my own
then i lay there cold and stiff
but not alone
with the blood of he
and the blood of my own
and i pray the second figure would forgive me for this
and then i pray the first would assist
in taking care of the he still barley clenching my fist
for i was the opposite of he
and it my first shot on the battle field
was the one that made him bleed
so as i die there still holding onto him as he held onto me
i pray the second figure
who i started this battle with would forgive me
for i was on his side
and he had come to rescue me
then i wished
i was never involved in any of this so-called
"civil" war
for then i would never had shot my best friend
so my enemy could come and save my brother
that i held there till my end
for no matter our uniform
we both bleed the same
and blood i say is thicker that any color on any day
and while one of us was blue
and the other Gray
and one walked off the battle field
and the other stayed
we are the same
and i learned that on the battle field that day
at the bloodshed and then tears in their eyes
as i see this world Right for once in my life
i see so much blood yet it is not from me
my hands are no drenched in the blood of he
so i scream
"so much for praying to the angels above, why he why me why this why now?"
then guns fire and the sounds pound in my ears
now i can not see clearly from all of my tears
i can not tell if that figure i fear is a man or woman;
child or grown;
black or white;
their side or my own
yet i still raise my gun
preparing to die
as i take one last look into his weak eyes
my companion of so many years
who is still holding on but barley alive
then another figure appears
Gray or blue
i still can't see clear
but the second figure is aiming for the head of the first
so i take my last shot
with my last will
then silence rang in my ears
i had taken the second figure's life
as the first did my own
then i lay there cold and stiff
but not alone
with the blood of he
and the blood of my own
and i pray the second figure would forgive me for this
and then i pray the first would assist
in taking care of the he still barley clenching my fist
for i was the opposite of he
and it my first shot on the battle field
was the one that made him bleed
so as i die there still holding onto him as he held onto me
i pray the second figure
who i started this battle with would forgive me
for i was on his side
and he had come to rescue me
then i wished
i was never involved in any of this so-called
"civil" war
for then i would never had shot my best friend
so my enemy could come and save my brother
that i held there till my end
for no matter our uniform
we both bleed the same
and blood i say is thicker that any color on any day
and while one of us was blue
and the other Gray
and one walked off the battle field
and the other stayed
we are the same
and i learned that on the battle field that day
