Boom! Another explosion.
The enemy starts rushing like waves in the ocean.
He runs rapidly w/ his rifle.
Hes got a eyeful-
of tears.
Hes got a head full of fears.
But hes also got guns loaded w/ lead-
that he'll use to kill any enemy before they knock him dead.
Beside him are 200 men ready to die.
But hes not ready to go so he puts bad intentions behind the bullets he lets fly.
Life's on the line.
The line is thin.
Wants to see his family one more time.
He prays the Lord is w/ him.
"Please Lord, this isn't where I want to stay."
"But please give me the strength to live another day."
The enemy keeps rushing.
Tanks going full speed, bones crushing.
Bullets lightning quick in the air.
You know wen a bullet finds a target when you hear skin tear.
He hears a gasping sound.
Another one of his men go down.
But that doesn't slow his pace.
He keeps firing, a scowl on his bloodied and dirty face.
His rifle runs dry.
He drops it and pulls his pistol from his side.
Life's on the line.
The line is thin.
Wants to see his family one more time.
He prays the Lord is w/ him.
"Please Lord, this isn't where I want to stay."
"But please give me the strength to live another day."
He angrily approaches an enemy ready to assault.
"Forgive me for killing this man, its not my fault."
But the enemy quickly turns around and aims at the soldier's head.
The solider has had enough of this war, his eyes glow red.
He points his pistol at the enemy's heart.
"Am I really going to blow this man apart?"
The solider doesn't hear a thing all is silent.
He knows this conflict will end violent.
There the two fighters stood, guns pointing at each other.
These two fighter stood, ready to kill one another.
A finger pulls the trigger soft.
Boom. Only one gun goes off.
