Pvt G.G Elliot, only 19 [studio]

They were just young boys
forced into war
Their eyes filled with unknown fear
Helmets way too big
Sliding down their ears.
There's more to the story,
than what just appears.
Its a war written story,
Of mud blood and tears.

Because they were soldiers so proud and youngu00a0
all with honor and glory unsungu00a0
bound together in blood and painu00a0
sorrow, joy, and tears that stainu00a0
They fought for their country bravely thoughu00a0
Fears inside was hidden, no never shown.

Among them a soldier wanders aimlessly,u00a0
lost in a world not his ownu00a0
thoughts of home are left to distortu00a0
calamity.u00a0
This. is not realityu00a0
Memories the thin untouchable wisps of fading teargas,u00a0
reaching for them but grasping nothing.u00a0
hidden beyond the smoke his memoriesu00a0
Contort and twist into fantasy .... fallacy.u00a0

Insomnia creeping into his brain,u00a0
he remembers trainingu00a0
"don't go insane" !
he tries to remember, the laughter from home,
their voices booming in his ears, but true recognition is gone.
Triggered bombs in the peril of night.u00a0
their calls similar to death's echou00a0
Chilling a soldiers to his veins, no
He is not the man he was before
He was left to protect.u00a0
Atleast...thats what he recollectsu00a0
Unsure of true purpose,u00a0
does his gun repeatedly cocked mean that peace is imminent?u00a0

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Chorus:

2x

Vermillion will spread across every landu00a0
Draining into the thirsty lifeless sandu00a0
Another silent planetu00a0
Holding only the ghosts of lifeu00a0
Barren empty sarcophagusu00a0
Without any words inscribed

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He witnessed his buddies,
his comrades, his men,
bleeding and dying,
he witnessed their end.

*Where is Pvt. Tommy?*
He's blown up all around,
his comrades spent hours,
picking him from the ground.
Sleeping in holes,
dug in the sand,
dreaming of home,
but it's become foreign land.

He can't tell his enemies
from family or foe,
as he sees his friends being sent out,
with tags on their toe.
Too many hands washed in widows' tears
Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears
Too many hearts frozen numb from fears
Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers

If the night becomes his day,
And if his hands burn, like ash
He'll dream the dreams of yesterday
When the world would never crash
If he wakes to see the starsu00a0
All gone, erased from presenceu00a0
And hopeless eyes behind the barsu00a0
Serving a sentence for innocence
Then he'll know that what he fears
Had madly broken through its door,
With arms and legs, it's standing here:
The horrible monster of human war
But still, he'll dream through countless cries
Of staying aliveu00a0
*When everything dies*

A tear ran down her cheek
As she read the words he wrote
His dad sat at the table
With a lump in his throat
The letter it was stained
From the blood mixed with sand
It was a letter
From their son who died in a far off land
The letter said, Mom this pain I cannot stand
From the shrapnel that ripped through the flesh of this young man
I feel the pain so badly
That it makes me wanna scream and cry
I know I will not see you
I know that I will die
So I just wanted to say
Before God calls me home
Don't worry about me anymore
And i did not die alone.