Shadows move around you
Dirt and dust surround you, too.
The cold ground is all that comforts your head,
As many around you, fall already dead.

On the ground you clench the wound,
Warm blood flows your fingers through.
The other hand grabs the dust
As you hope that your heart will not bust

Gun powder enters your nose,
Cannons pound away like a work of prose.
Screams of men fall around,
Feet and bodies continue to pound.

Bile wells up as you turn aside,
And blood flows bitter and salty 'til dry
Your heart continues still to drum
And you wait on the one who may just come.

Tears of mud roll away,
On this last and final, saddening day.
Fate sets in, and you relizes now,
Through the smoke and dust, just how

Nobody will ever come.