Behind The Enemy Lines
Do you even know why you are fighting for?
But still your guns will roar.
Can you feel those times when mother sacrifice their sons for a war that's a foul,
As you lay their tender bodies in graves, watch her sing lullaby to calm her soul.
Watch those sisters snuggle to her brother's gifted doll,
See it fall, as death embraces her brother and reveals its role.
Those wives sending their men away, with a hope of forever,
But as he dies, watch her cry out "come back! There are still many dreams we've yet to build. Together! "
Those shattered dreams of a child as she watches her mother, hiding as she cries,
That feeling when her little heart knows her hero won't return as he has tasted fire behind the enemy lines.
Can you feel that agony of a friend who watches his mate, shot, or turning into a human torch?
And like hurricane outside the glass,
Everything you retch will bury in the past.
But with all we have lost, have we really won?
The country, in the end, has gained a treasure that everyone reared,
A treasure of tears
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