Charging through enemy lines

Dealing with only the wind against his wasteful weary face

Seeing only his weapon in hand

Not knowing of the events to come

The clouds started to sulk as his gun whimpered in tears

Click, Click, the soldier had fired

Shivering as his gun fell to the ground

Tears dripping down the side of his cheek

The soldier then started listening to the wind with a plastic face

All of his regret plummeting to the ground like the rain from the clouds

Click, Click, the soldier had fired

Bullets whooshing and buzzing through his head

Laying down now in the damp dark trench bed

He knew then that he was dead

Click ,Click, the soldier had fired

No more cries of pain would be heard

No more gushing of his tears

His country he fought for out of love

But he died questioning if God was waiting for him above

Click, Click, the soldier had fired

The dreaded blood dripping from his soul

The millions of thoughts rushing through his head

He knew then that no more blood would be shed

Because if he had one more bullet to bend

He would use it on himself instead

Click, Click, the soldier had fired