Pvt G.G Elliot, only 19 [studio]

They were just young boys forced into war Their eyes filled with unknown fear Helmets way too big Sliding down their ears. There's more to the story, than what just appears. Its a war written story, Of mud blood and tears. Because they were soldiers so proud and youngu00a0 all with honor and glory unsungu00a0 bound together in blood and painu00a0 sorrow, joy, and tears that stainu00a0 They fought for their country bravely thoughu00a0 Fears inside was hidden, no never shown. Among them a soldier wanders aimlessly,u00a0 lost in a world not his ownu00a0 thoughts of home are left to distortu00a0 calamity.u00a0 This. is not realityu00a0 Memories the thin untouchable wisps of fading teargas,u00a0 reaching for them but grasping nothing.u00a0 hidden beyond the smoke his memoriesu00a0 Contort and twist into fantasy .... fallacy.u00a0 Insomnia creeping into his brain,u00a0 he remembers trainingu00a0 "don't go insane" ! he tries to remember, the laughter from home, their voices booming in his ears, but true recognition is gone. Triggered bombs in the peril of night.u00a0 their calls similar to death's echou00a0 Chilling a soldiers to his veins, no He is not the man he was before He was left to protect.u00a0 Atleast...thats what he recollectsu00a0 Unsure of true purpose,u00a0 does his gun repeatedly cocked mean that peace is imminent?u00a0 ------------------------------------------------------ Chorus: 2x Vermillion will spread across every landu00a0 Draining into the thirsty lifeless sandu00a0 Another silent planetu00a0 Holding only the ghosts of lifeu00a0 Barren empty sarcophagusu00a0 Without any words inscribed ------------------------------------------------------ He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. *Where is Pvt. Tommy?* He's blown up all around, his comrades spent hours, picking him from the ground. Sleeping in holes, dug in the sand, dreaming of home, but it's become foreign land. He can't tell his enemies from family or foe, as he sees his friends being sent out, with tags on their toe. Too many hands washed in widows' tears Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears Too many hearts frozen numb from fears Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers If the night becomes his day, And if his hands burn, like ash He'll dream the dreams of yesterday When the world would never crash If he wakes to see the starsu00a0 All gone, erased from presenceu00a0 And hopeless eyes behind the barsu00a0 Serving a sentence for innocence Then he'll know that what he fears Had madly broken through its door, With arms and legs, it's standing here: The horrible monster of human war But still, he'll dream through countless cries Of staying aliveu00a0 *When everything dies* A tear ran down her cheek As she read the words he wrote His dad sat at the table With a lump in his throat The letter it was stained From the blood mixed with sand It was a letter From their son who died in a far off land The letter said, Mom this pain I cannot stand From the shrapnel that ripped through the flesh of this young man I feel the pain so badly That it makes me wanna scream and cry I know I will not see you I know that I will die So I just wanted to say Before God calls me home Don't worry about me anymore And i did not die alone.