O.M.A. (one man army)

The one man army
a wrecking machine
taken so many lives and so much pain
waiting for the day to come to wash away his pain
always lone and wanting to leave
missing his family and seeing how much he has grown

The one man army
sitting at his post
hoping for the best and the most
another life taken but not mistake
the enemy sees him as a threat
they fret when they hear his name
they think he sees life as a game

The one man army
can't take it anymore
he always thinks he needs to open a new door
can't find a reason to fight
always having nightmares during night

The one man army
wants to end the pain
he takes his own knife to the chest
crawling on the ground into the rain
letting the mist and the cold rain wash away his blood stain