The sights of fatigue surrounded us
Scruffy and dusty
Ripped clothes, and rusty
Hearing the sirens rip loud
Gunfire frightens.
for your country, you protect it
But you feel weary,
A lie you’ve been told
But you stand bold

As you take your last breath,
You feel the ghosts of death.
Remembering your family
Leaving them home with tragedy.

You’re up in Paradise
But knowing that you lived your life in lies.