Standing here, I look out now
Over a field covered in smoke
Littered with the bodies of the brave
Witnessing the death that we plow
Gagging on the blood that will choke
The dying of soldiers now gone to the grave
I am just the ghost of a hollow man
A bullet took this life from me not long ago
As I ran across this damned battle-field
Oh how I wish it was not me who ran
I died alone, and I witnessed my own blood flow
There was no where to hide and there was no shield
Through the white mist I see a thousand more
Their bodies scattered and broken on the ground
We are the victims of madness and war games
While Generals hide away never entering the war
The victims like us, we all die without a sound
Buried and then long forgotten, in a battle-field no one blames
Over a field covered in smoke
Littered with the bodies of the brave
Witnessing the death that we plow
Gagging on the blood that will choke
The dying of soldiers now gone to the grave
I am just the ghost of a hollow man
A bullet took this life from me not long ago
As I ran across this damned battle-field
Oh how I wish it was not me who ran
I died alone, and I witnessed my own blood flow
There was no where to hide and there was no shield
Through the white mist I see a thousand more
Their bodies scattered and broken on the ground
We are the victims of madness and war games
While Generals hide away never entering the war
The victims like us, we all die without a sound
Buried and then long forgotten, in a battle-field no one blames
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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