You never came home from the war, 

it was always there even in your dreams.

You were always on the battlefield,

in no-mans land. 

Your heart racing. 

You believed this was your duty,

that you could be the weapon to

stop the war.

They never told you that after all this,

all the bloodshed, broken bones

you would find no peace.

Those shells came in waves,

in violent echos,

in the screams and explosions.

My love the world around you 

is dying.

– you never came back from the war.