War

At the break of dawn,
We conquer today's sun.

'cause victory is one,
which keeps us moving on.

killing wasn't in our blood,
it was the guns that made us one.

walking amongst the green,
The air smelling of dead soldiers.

whose hopes have been washed away
just like houses on a flood-ridden day

would tomorrows sun be as gore as todays' ?
or would there be darkness for years to come?

War is something that makes you lose someone...