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Whispers In The Wind
The Bullets and the Explosions sound far too distant
Even though the sounds sound like they’re right here next to me I know they aren’t.
All I hear is the low whisper of the people I once knew
Shouting up to the sun we are only a few.
My wounds have scared but the memory is still fresh
I can see the bullet go through my friend’s chest
I can see the horror in his eyes as his life slips away with his last breath.
Not a person in the world should have to fight this fight
And all we ask for is it to become night and our release
Because only then will the bloodbath ...