Three

Backpack and rack in my hand,
This is war you understand,
Seargeant's words echoe in my head,
But If I'm shot or not I'll still feel dead.

There she was, her eyes alive,
Whilst fools claimed their paradise,
shooting everyhting in sight,
But this one had to be mine,
So I aimed the gun at her head.

Mind now plays on endless repeat,
I shot a girl, she was only three, (the fright)
So I took a pill to help my sleep,
But I only dream of her.

Dirty boots and dirty minds,
Hear chatter from behind,
'Will we find a girl who looks nice this time?'
Their laughter sick as my stomach inside,
As I think back to last night.

There she was, her face bright red,
From blood in fights she'd already shed,
An experienced survvior,
She wants to live for another day,
So I turned the barrel the other way.

Mind now plays on endless repeat,
I shot a girl, she was only three, (the fright)
So I took a pill to help my sleep,
But I only dream of her.

Another day, another fight,
Another injured, Another life,
Body is numb,
And mind is black,
Just three thousand hearts
That want to turn back.

But last night,
I joined the club,
Of scarred men doing something
They shouldn't have done.
Because I pointed the gun back her way,
Her pleading eyes, Her desperate face,
Only spoke a few words since that day.