Upon the red battlefield stands a mourning soldier.
He mourns the death of his friends, his enimies and innocents lost at battle.
He remembers the bloody bodies, he still hears the screams of women and children and wonders why it had to end this way.
He lowers his rifle and lowers his head, why so much distruction for land, freedom, and peace?
He looks around for planes in the sky but cannot see any, because they have all been shot down.
He listens for the screams of lost loved ones,
but hears nothing cause the battles ended.
He stands there waiting for the command for peace,
A command he fears, as tears roll down in memory,
Will NEVER be called......
