FUC--D UP BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION
The urge to run, but watching friends die, Pain that cuts deeper than the wounds we bear, Pain so sharp, you wish for death, Anything to escape this nightmare. I used to love the beach, The wave sounds, birds chirping, the peace in the air But now all I hear are gunshots, bombs, prayers and screams, "Medic! I need morphine! Mom, I want to go home" These are the melodies that haunt my ears. I used to love the beach The beautiful scenery, blue skies and ocean, But all I see now are, Ocean runs red, And friends wash ashore, lifeless. A letter in my pocket With a place that I wrote "Somewhere in France" Dog tags collected from fallen friends clink together, And the thought fills my head— "How if I'm not live that long enough to write back?"