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mia

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun will never rise.
Living another day in disguise.
These feelings cant be right, lend me your courage to stand up and fight, on tonight.

Ooooo….
Stand up and fight.

Now fighting rages on and on, to challenge me you must be strong.
I’ll walk your land but don’t belong, two million soldiers can’t be wrong.

It’s no fun but I’ve been here before.
I’m far from home and I’m fighting your war.
(Not the way I pictured this, I wanted better things)
Some are scared others killing for fun, I shot a mother in front of her son.
(Change this from my consciousness and please erase my dreams)

Fight for honor, fight for your life.
Pray to god that our side is right.
You know we won but still we lose, until I make it home to you.
I see your mother still in tears we grew up so fast where did those years go.
Memories wont let you cry unless I don’t return tonight.

So many soldiers on the other side, I take their live so they don’t take mine.
(Scared to make it out alive now murders all I know.)
Nobody tells me all the reasons were here, I am a weapon so there’s nothing to fear.
(Another day another life but nothing real to show for.)

Fight for honor, fight for your life.
Pray to god that our side is right.
You know we won but still we lose, until I make it home to you.
I see your mother still in tears we grew up so fast where did those years go.
Memories won’t let you cry unless I don’t return tonight.

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun will never rise.
Living another day in disguise.
These feelings cant be right, lend me your courage to stand up and fight.

Watching the death toll rise wondering how im alive.
Strangers blood on my hands, showed all I can.
There were no sunny nights watching your brothers all die
To destroy all their plans with no thought of me. (No thought of me)
No thought of me.

Ohhhhh…..

We’ll walk the city lonely, memories that are not passing by.
A murderer walks your streets tonight.
Forgive me for my crimes.
Don’t forget that I was so young, but so scared.
In the name of God and Country.

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