The Battlefield

I am the solider in this play we call life,

I'm stationed at a battlefield, unprepared for the strife.

I crouch in a trench to hide from the rounds of fire,

longing to be safe, is my only desire.

It becomes worse during the darkening of the night,

because things start to become a blur and go out of sight.

Then all the sudden you hear a shot from a gun,

You turn around to find the enemy, your only thought is to run.

You end up getting shot, and you want to die,

but instead you pray for strength and cry.

Somehow in the end you pull through,

no longer does the wound hurt no matter what you do,

until you have to go back out into that deadly battle zone again,

will you end up hurt, and long for a friend.

What battle zone in the world could possibly be this bad,

It's the battle zone called love, that causes us to be sad.

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[MoriartyMesa]

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You scored Iron Maiden
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And this is one those things that requires you to listen to the whole song for you to fully understand this review.