In the darkness of night
A man stands at his post
A bullet passes by way to close
But this man does not move
...
To some death is relief
To others it's a sign
It does not really bother me
Death will come in time
...
It's not about race
It's not about size
Love is love
And hard to find
...
First to die in a losing battle
will he be remembered
highly doubtful
so now his ghost haunts the shore
...
nothing left but empty space
now my mind has been erased
I watch time pass day by day
waiting an watching for her face
...
well im me dont like it to bad stop hatin punk)
Sniper
In the darkness of night
A man stands at his post
A bullet passes by way to close
But this man does not move
Not even an inch
Because he was taught
Never to flinch
He wears a uniform
That looks like a tree
He stands at his post
And cant be seen
This mans a sniper
For the U.S. Marines