Scotland

Fifty scared boys many nests in our way

Me and my friends, yea we'll die there that day

Fickle winds sway the grass here where I lie

My guts in my hands and my gaze towards the sky

I was a child and she was my queen

There was summer sweat, fireflies

Her lips in my teeth

Fireworks hand in hand kept me asleep

I traced all her hairlines to my memory

Take me home to her arms

Flush out the blood of war left in my bones

Bury me in our yard

Show them the cost of land so very far

Back on the battlefield, hope don't exist

We become men but none left innocent

I watch as exploding shells rip apart limb

Oh none of our mothers should know where we've been

I'll be up in the stars

Rotting away, decomposed in our yard

In time we all forget

There might be nothing when we reach the end

My blood spilling out

I can hear my friends cry

For lovers, their mothers

Begging not to die

My body is cold, but my gaze steady still.

If God don't show here then I don't think he will