We listen to the automatic conversation
Buzzing about our heads
All day, all night you listen to sounds
Like that of cackling hens at war
Filled with yelling and cursing
Pulling you into their line of fire
Then there's silence in the barnyard
As if danger suddenly appeared
Like the saying goes,
"You could hear a pin drop"
Then one by one
From those that lay peppered across the battlefield
The begging for help commences
The screaming from the soldier's
Realizing;
As the pain strikes
That parts of their body
Have been blown to Kingdom-Come and beyond
I say, "Thank you God!,
For the man or woman that doesn't wake up
They know not the horror that may pursue the last of their innocence
I heard a familiar yell,
A cursing through the aimlessly walking,
As if searching,
The difference is
This soldier was my best friend
I run, then crawl to where he lies,
I pick up his devastated body
I can't control my emotions,
Tears are streaming from my eyes down my dirty face
Never have I felt so weak
As when the light inside me began to dim
As I carried him from the battlefield,
Hearing bullets flying by us
I found myself envying him,
For now,
He is free from this conflict
Free...FRee...FREe...FREE...
FREE...
FREE...FREe...FRee...Free...
I did what I could to save him...
That's what I'm telling myself...
Now I carry him to his grave...
I look in the eyes of his parents...
Into the eyes of the woman for whom he loved
More than life itself
What lie do I tell them
To comfort their mounting pain?
If known...
What lie do I tell myself,
Ending the pain I have buried deep inside
For He's my brother,
I now carry him to his final resting place
I can't stop crying inside,
For I had to watch my best friend...
DIE!
