The Lonely Victory
Let the sun rise and the moon fall.
Dawn approaches on the last day.
Get ready it’s almost over; no more red clouds in the sky.
One step at a time as mud thickens beneath your boots.
Hide. Wait. Stay silent.
It happens before anyone blinks.
A face you know lies awake, seeping into the dirty mud.
It’s time; no more waiting.
The finale has arrived.
Big bangs fill the air.
But everything happens like a silent film.
Drop the gun and runaway.
No, now’s not the time to give up.
You see the pain on the enemy’s face.
Bodies falling one by one like a domino effect.
It’s over, you won, but the victory is lonely
When you have no one to celebrate it with.
What a messy field of victory.
Dawn approaches on the last day.
Get ready it’s almost over; no more red clouds in the sky.
One step at a time as mud thickens beneath your boots.
Hide. Wait. Stay silent.
It happens before anyone blinks.
A face you know lies awake, seeping into the dirty mud.
It’s time; no more waiting.
The finale has arrived.
Big bangs fill the air.
But everything happens like a silent film.
Drop the gun and runaway.
No, now’s not the time to give up.
You see the pain on the enemy’s face.
Bodies falling one by one like a domino effect.
It’s over, you won, but the victory is lonely
When you have no one to celebrate it with.
What a messy field of victory.