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i woke up in the morning, spent the night in the trenches again the first thing i do is grab my gun the enemy is near, it was dangerous to sleep i was lucky to have lived to see the sun in a foreign land fighting for my country over words that the politicians said i look and meet the eyes of an enemy soldier aiming his gun at my head stalemate... panicked thoyghts run through my mind visions of my death unwind standing there shaking in terror i clutch my gun in despair we look eachother in the eyes then we both realise that our roles are the same i put down my gun and he walks away. From Letras Mania