The old man walked down the street
Remembering what he wish to forget
The scars on his body match the scars on his heart
All the friends that fell stained his mind with death
All the blood that spilled stained his hands with killing
Born to kill is a tattoo on his heart that's won't wash away
But deeper with in, past his friends, past the blood is the secret
The secret that every soilder has, but no soilder says
He can see the other bodies mixed in with his friends
The other bodies that he shot, that he killed, that he left to rot
Those are the faces, the spirits, the souls that truly haunt the soilder
So the man walks, further and futher into his memory
So the man walks, further and further into his pain
Finally his pain is gone, he has found peace, he has found nirvana
His body gets cold, his mind blank, but his expression is that of a smile
Death gripped him, but peace of mind filled him
He could finally rest in peace, he can finally forget The pain he had, and the pain he caused
The war was over
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Submission Name: A Hero's Confessions
