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You sent that boy to war
and its been so long
he doesn't even remember what he's fighting for
Caught in the chaos, and thrust into the throng
the boy becomes a soldier
and his heart becomes heavier and colder

You do not care about the terror or the wounds that tear his flesh,
and although he doesn't sleep well
each new day brings a nightmare fresh
and the tears streak across his face as he realized all his friends had fell
Thus he is alone on the battlefield
because of you, he has been forced to experience this earthly hell

and his warm blood remains forever on the cold ground
caught in a complex trap of death and time
nobody but the trees remember his existance
they whisper to me his dreadful story
and now I write to you a glance
at that poor boy's life and final dance