Trampled under the dead bodies
Awoken by the lightening
The rain pours down hard
The mud fills in the scars
It's a bloody affair
Nothing alive or breathes
A sight of a battle fought
So many martyrs no one to cheer
Pushing forward spitting raw flesh
Stepping on broken dreams of a soldier
The boots have holes and clothes are torn
The leeches are stuck and so are the thorns
Walking in these trenches again
A pile of mud more slippery than before
I fall again and again backwards
Hands are cut as the wires don't hold
Again the angel smiles at me
Waves a hand for me to feel
Again I stare in disbelief
My eyes still search for a final glimpse
But there is nothing but darkness to see
The body lays limbless behind in dust
Dawn is coming at the end of dusk
I look back once in one last hope
Nothing is left as my heart bleeds
