Running through rats, dead bodies and dirt,
Gun shots echoed, my leg; it hurt.
Troops fell down, down to the ground.
Im again all alone on my own.
Back to the trenches is where I go,
Back there even though I know,
That there is now nothing left,
Of the troops that I once called friends.
The general sighs and pats my head,
'Nothing you can do just go to bed.
Rest your eyes and get some sleep,
There is now nothing to keep,
You here so just go home,
Yet even though you'll still be alone.'
