The rain fell lightly to cleanse my soul
Redemption granted as I lay dying
My life was squandered on a deserted wasteland
Grief stricken faces washed by eyes now crying
So young am I that I cannot remember
No happiness will I gain from a family
Loves and heartaches are things I’d cherish
Nothing now possible in a life not to be
I fear not the impending darkness
For even the young can accept their demise
What I fear is the gifts I might have carried
Giving no longer possible with the past sunrise
A bright light waits not for those in battle
It is nothing more than the flash of a firing gun
The last sight I’ll see is the reality of wasted existence
My life to pass with the coming of the sun
