Lost

He stands there, singing a warriors song.
But its dead, all the confidence is gone
He carries it on
But the notes fall flat
Falling, into the darkness so black.
The only way home is a blood stained path
He can never go back
Unless, hes takes a trip down memory lane
A place so filled with pain, it would fry your brain
His tears fall, like rain down a drain
The memories hit him
Like a runaway train.

The bullets spray past, "Oh My God, the village is under attack!"
Black smoke fills the air
Covering scared stares
The smell of burning hair,
Welcomes the death, destruction and despair.
Aware, that he may never leave alive
All he has left is strive
He doesn't want to die
He runs until his mouth is dry, and more.
His body is sore
He ran until he hit the floor.
He wakes up as the skies clear
His mind is forever gripped by fear
His life goes on,
But does anybody care?
He tries to comfort himself, but the answers aren't near.

So he stands there,
Singing his broken song,
It lacks passion,
He doesn't think he can go on.
They spared his life but took his heart,
Eyes lost their spark,
Hes stuck in the dark,
He wants to get out,
But doesn't know how to start.