Walking into smoke

Mind wandering through the mist
walking,running and crawling all
not understanding the concept of war
shooting,bombing,dying at once
losing control,running away
hoping to live just one more day

in the way
on the line
in the direction, under fire
the hope, the freedom, not desire
nothing left, nothing standing
everybody is fleeing

war has come, war is here
tearing souls, inquiring fear
in the hearts of them
who get shot and bombed

a soldier walks
unseen through the shadow
creeping as a ghost, into mist
he suddenly disappears
into the fire

as many people
hear the word "war"
and think of it as a joke
one more soldier has lost his life
"walking into smoke"