• I drift away, lost in time...
    Ascending to a place that you cant find.

    I've fought my battles, and now I'm done,
    Blown away by my comrade's gun.

    I'm done with this pointless war we fought,
    To defend our homeland of which they sought.

    Getting hit by friendly fire is sad,
    Left to die by an unknowing young lad.

    Shot by an ally, his uniform blue,
    If I was red or the other, he had no clue.

    For my clothes were drenched with the enemy's blood,
    The pain in my torso, I fell with a thud.

    I lay on the ground, my weapon behind,
    Death is the only thing that comes to mind.

    I had a premonition, one I could not shake,
    To lose my friends, my family, that I couldn't take.

    I lay on the blood drenched soil of war,
    My fear of death like never before.

    An enemy saw me, dying on the ground,
    And ended my life with a single round.

    And so the coup de grâce was delivered with haste,
    Another war-torn soul, laid to waste.

    I died at fourteen, and what you'll find,
    Is that I drift away, lost in time...