Back to her senses, she now feels the pain
she thinks of her mentor, with bitter distain
she climbs to her feet, her whole body sore
her world falls apart, as she opens the door.
A city once proud, is brought to it's knees
a building clings on, Autumn leaves on the trees
She fights back her tears, hides her despair
Feeling so trapped, like a rat in a snare.
Averting her eyes, as she scales every rock
But there transfixed already, on a small bloodstained frock
She knew she shouldn't, but she just had to see
As she stares at the body she said, "I wish it was me"
Further she struggles, as the flies fill the skies
Further she struggles, as the sun burns her eyes
"I can't go much further", she shouts out loud
Like the P.M himself, addressing a crowd.
On once again, last throw of the dice
Water sweet water, would surely suffice
She slips on a stone, and it cuts like a blade
She falls to the ground, as her hope starts to fade.
Never so lonely, and never so scared
She thinks of the good times, that we have shared
She let's go of life, she's drawn the short straw
But why are we fighting, this war bloody war.
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