I recently remembered a song I wrote in high school, with the lyrics about a soldier dying in battle, and his final thoughts.
Here I lay on blood soaked ground
Surrounded by the dead, waiting to be found
Chaos of war flows through my veins
For the blood once there, now the ground it stains
I look to my side, and see nothing but gray
Smoke of gunfire darkened up my day
As my soul departs and life shuts its iron door
I know I’m like any victim of war
I sigh to the thought that my existence will now cease
And my memories will scatter like dust in the breeze
I’ve got no hope left, there’s no way I can survive
Only my headstrong mentality keeps me alive
I look to my side, and see nothing but gray
Smoke of gunfire darkened up my day
As my soul departs and life shuts its iron door
I know I’m like any victim of war