standing on the front line

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standing on the front line,wondering whats to come.

hearing loud noises my heart goes bom,bom,bom.

with my gun in my hand,creeping along the floor thinking in my head,

why did i join the war?then a helicopter comes swooping overhead,

then drops a bomb and then I see a couple dead.

i lie there in shock as the helicopter passes thinking to my self there were all in my classes.

as i jumped to my feet, i let out a little sigh,

i ran and ran and ran my head feels a little high.

that night when i go to sleep,i say a little prayer,

for god to watch over me and always being there