JamesUSMC97's blog: "JamesUSMC97"

I could have been a brother He could have been a friend

We could have known each other But we'd never comprehend

the death in this war that rages on

The faces keep growing younger as time continues to age on

and only feeding those soldiers of hungar the lives which make our enemy so strong

which are wasted in this war that rages on

Weve been fighting along time and fighting alone

im lost, a prisoner in my own mind and all i can remember is home

away from this war that rages on

He has finally acheieved long awaited peace under the silence of my gun

my guilty bullet was his release for his soul drifting in the sun

and his body lay lifeless, in this war that rages on.