Soldiers sent to die on battlefields of red
Soldiers sleeping, without a bed
On the ground, nowhere to rest their head
Life thrown away like nobody said
That's what life is, when nothing is right
If you are a soldier then its all real and physical
If you are just a person, with a mind that is a nightmare
Then its metaphorical, with no restful sleep, so miserable
The mind is full of wonders
Even when its damaged
People tend to plunder
Leaving you ravaged
