i woke up in the morning, spent the night in the trenches again
the first thing i do is grab my gun
the enemy is near, it was dangerous to sleep
i was lucky to have lived to see the sun
in a foreign land fighting for my country
over words that the politicians said
i look and meet the eyes of an enemy soldier
aiming his gun at my head
stalemate...
panicked thoyghts run through my mind
visions of my d**h unwind
standing there shaking in terror
i clutch my gun in despair
we look eachother in the eyes
then we both realise that our roles are the same
i put down my gun and he walks away.