Behind the Wall

The noise of the battle
disturbs us all
we can't even think
behind the wall

With shotguns and bombs
I hear men call
calling for help
behind the wall

Making new friends everyday
losing them when they fall
feeling their excruciating pain
behind the wall

As we wait
we all stand tall
trying to stay happy
behind the wall

Tomorrow it's our turn
we've had our call
so we'll say goodbye
from behind the wall