Blood tears with dirt

Left right left right we fight

For the writers lovers and the ones who have already passed

We breath so others can breath more

With our muddy boots and wet socks 

Straight lines we march non stop

Shoulders high with pride

Our lives are not to hide

But to fight

Fight those who have the nerve

Nerve to die for there country 

Short quick you breath 

Deciphering ever step

Ever bomb that awaits closer to death

But you continue on losing yourself in auto mode

Friends collapsing in your arms and tears of blood are shed

But you just got get up and keep on moving 

When you finally go home you have night terrors and your family cries for you

You yell "don't die hold on! Think of all the good things you'll leave"

When you come back to yourself, your holding your crying son.

But they know there's nothing they can do for except pray in hope.

Then you have to leave to war once again

And this time you cry twice as hard

And hope you take more steps then the last