I lay here on this war ground
Bloodied and bruised
My last breath will soon escape
I think of you
I hear screams and cries
Here on this war ground
I memorise the feel of your hair
I think of you
The taste of metallic blood
Air polluted with pain
I dream of your embrace
I think of you
My fear of death rises
All screams muffle into silence
I whisper I love you one last time
I think of you.
