The storm of fear refuses to stop
Each night less men return
Their spirits now part of the wind
I fight I bleed for the human race
For the future of all mankind
Them kids like most men in the field
The time has come we can't turn back
The final efforts as one must rise
My breath it counts till the end
They shake as they panic inside
As there bodies were filled with led
For every second it feels like days
The explosions so far so near
It all tastes like bullets and blood
Most of them had no chance
They agonize
They scream
As they beg to suffer no more
The color of your eyes keeps me alive
I dream every day of your heart next to mine
That picture of us
Helps me hold on
Just can't wait to be home
We shall meet again in our next life
Upstairs above the clouds
For my spirit is now part of the wind
For my spirit is now part of the past
Reunited with my brothers in arms
If you're reading this note
I won't make it back
I won't make it home
Make it home
I won't be back home
Be back home
I won't be back home