As a young boy,
I craved a type of joy,
But as I grew to age,
I saw men full of rage,

I asked my love 'What evil you see?'
She turned to me, 'Everything with a fee."
Funny she did say that,
When I found a note below my floor mat,

'Required to serve', it said in ink,
And with it, a sheet of pink,
How sudden was my call,
As I walked down that ghastly hall,

'Get up and fight' a man had said,
'Its you or them,' a fist full of lead,
I crawl through dirt and mud,
And tend wounds covered in blood,

When I was a boy,
I craved a type of joy,
But the world fell,
To a sinister hell,

Bodies lay on the frozen ground,
With craters from the frightening sound,
'Incoming,' they say with moans,
I have no choice but to go prone,

Fire turns ice to water,
As the shells turn to slaughter,
I see through my eyes,
The wrath of one person's lies,

'Help' they call to me,
As I stand to one knee,
The Red Cross on my arm,
While I fix the harm,

When I was just a boy,
I craved a type of joy,
But as I grew to age,
I saw men full of rage,