Soldier's Lullaby

countless screams
desolated dreams
red ruby streams

and once more, ring out the bell
open the gate and welcome to hell

no home for the lost...
no cure for the broken...
no love for the forsaken...
no amends for the fallen...
no song for the dead...

....children of the wasteland

alone on the cracked crimson street
dragging the friends by their feet
and staring with empty eyes
up to the vast grey skies

monsters of dust forever marching on
corrupted souls that know no home
filthy machines, one humming noise
echoing like thousand deathflies

freedom to hope is blown away
shredded to pieces by mercyless hands
impurity and madness in undetected lies
overshadowed by endless cries

wails of warning
fire and smoke
ashes and ghosts

there's no light waiting at the end
only the flash of a hand grenade
♠ ♠ ♠
This came to mind, when I was talking to friend ( a former soldier) who'd been to war and kind of went a little crazy after all he had experienced - suffering heavely from post-traumatic stress disorder and all.