The Horrors of War

Dark have been my dreams of late,
my mind to weary to open this gate.
Horrors unimaginable swirl dark and vast
And fill my life with firery blasts.
Gun shots scream into the night
as we fight for all that's just and right.
My friends and comrades in pools of blood soak
as they depart from this world of fire and smoke.
Am I next? Is my time drawing near?
In the heat of battle my pride shifts to fear.
People wage war not for pride or fame
they do it for fun, every war is the same.

the sun arises on our final day.
The war is over, our job is done, sanity is all we pay
but in my mind it plays over and over
my entire life a simple "No Leaf Clover"
These horrors of the mind will never be done
Call me a sinner, call me a saint, my only friend a gun.
Dark have been my dreams of late,
My mind to weary to open this gate.