A whisper of a word;
too grim to bear the sound.
You carry on with fears and dreams,
praying death won't come around.
Wearing your heart on your sleeve,
the thousand souls line up to break it.
Save your breath and don't look back,
your life depends on just one hit.
Glance around the crimson fields,
your smile won't last long.
Hold tightly to your country's pride,
for this is where you belong.
When death's blanket covers friends so dear,
a lone warrior you become.
Rage pervades your battered heart,
as the wind cries a somber anthem.
Caught by surprise; a rapid fire,
pain permeates all too fast.
You bite your lip to prevent a scream,
but the agony is too tough to outlast.
As silent as a falling leaf,
there's one last wish you mutter:
"May my loved ones that await me,
never once shall they suffer."
