Tell me about those who enter battle
Young at heart and young in life
Mixed into a fight that shifts in favor
A man looking to start a personal vendetta
Knowing he is in for more than he bargained
Carrying a gun with the power of his holy hand
An attitude that'll get him killed someday.
Such a shame to see him go
What a waste of blood flowing in his veins
The bullet makes his excitement explode
His rage will never end
Doesn't give a damn about his body
Someone who wont look to a future
No sense of time or thought on a plan.
Blind to tomorrow's essence
Diseased on the time that breathes in and out
He thinks that killing our enemies is the answer
Killing time comes second to another
But others will look at him funny
And smack his robotic personality.
Shooting everything in sight
Pray to God he doesn't shoot his own left foot
His choice in life seems forgotten
Family burst into tears
To say goodbye to the boy they knew
Farewell to the fallen one.
