Bullets

The sounds of bullets race in my head
Even though I wasn't there
I can still image how they tore your body apart
Anger fills my heart
Yet I know I can do nothing

The sounds of bullets race in my head
the image of you in a pool of blood fills me
Lost in a war that shouldn't even exist
I cry on the inside
For I know I can do nothing

The sound of bullets race in my head
As I dream of the times we spent together
The days of innocence form the days of our youth
Just a group of boys who could care less about the world around us.
Youth was the best days we had.

The sound of bullets race in my head
The realization that nothing can change what happened.
Your death wont be in vain
for you will live on in us all
It was your choice to go and fight


To bad the bullets took you away...