Soldier

I wake up this morning
glasses on my eyes.
But my mind moves back
to when my friend dies.

I sit at the table
eat from the bowl.
Suddenly I'm shouting
jump duck and roll.

I get in the car
drive down the way.
Scream and I shout
now I'll make them pay.

Pull in the lot
scream now I'm shot.
Walk in the door
can't take it any more.

Now I'm back in this place
I'll never go back.
Fight here and die,
But on the attack.

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