Is There Tomorrow? Poem by Philip Lore

Bullets flying, homes burning,
Soldiers moaning, my stomachs churning.
Daylight burning, gun in my hand,
Can you really understand?

Explosions flashing, shrapnel falling down,
Rivers of blood flowing on the ground.
When we die, we die alone,
Write our names on the cold gray stone.

I still remember how I lost my way,
But I know that you love me anyway.
There are some secrets, and its hard to say,
How many soldiers died in battle today.

Shadows darken when the fightings done,
Will tomorrow ever come?
When its over, just want to fly away,
Please...Dear Lord, let me live today.