Surviving The Battle

In the middle of a battlefield

Wound up so bad, you can’t even move anymore

As time pass, you see bodies fall down like a tree

Blood splatters here and there, but that’s not your concern

You must live

Not to win the battle

But to live for the next day

It’s not about how many people you’ve killed

It’s not about how you win the battle

It’s about telling a story

Your story

Someone else’s story

But you can only wait

For someone, for something

For a rescue, for a bullet

For heaven, for hell

It’s not too late to pray though...