I felt the pain deep inside
My blood began to spill
I saw the wound grow and expand
In seconds I became quite ill
I was just eighteen so bright and smart
My life ahead nothing but grand
But as I fell upon the ground
I watched my future seep into the sand
I was only a rookie soldier
Merely patrolling the embattled streets
Only six months before living a good life
And enjoying the smell of clean sheets
Now I saw death was close by
His hand pulling me so near
Though I knew I would be gone
It is not my own death I fear
For in the distance I see children
I scream for them to run away
But their own will kill them too
And force them to join me today
Oh you leaders who cause this killing
I curse you as I now slowly die
What can you gain by killing your own?
Will you ever stop and wonder why?
