War Of Men

My Mother and Father are grieving,
And all my friends are dead,
All the doves are flying,
Flying overhead

I try to fight my feelings,
My feelings for the dead,
So I flood my head with healing,
Healing for those friends.

A fall back into my trench,
My trench with all my men,
I go back to my bench,
And the gunshots begin again.

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