• All I see are flashing lights

    Bombs creating smoke

    Many never-ending fights

    Fumes so strong I start to choke







    Bullets soaring throgh the air

    If only I had the choice

    To go back home and sit in my favorite chair

    And hear my lover's sweet calming voice



    I told myself everthing is going to be okay

    I know it won't but it might help me fight

    I know this won't end today

    But I know my life might



    In front of me a gun pointed to my head

    One pull of the trigger and a gush of wind

    And I was dead

    That's the day my life met it's end