The darkness lands,
Covering my weary eyes,
Hoping, Praying,
That they will not come,
To slaughter my happiness,
The war on fear begins,
Why do I not believe
My comrades that the
Battle shall be won,
Why does the sound
Of a cannon scare me,
More than my fellow soldiers,
My heart aches when I think,
of her. Asleep in her bed she
also thinks of me
When will my wound heal,
Or will I die fighting not
just for my country or my love
but for my happiness?
