Reflections From The Past - A Soldier's Departure Part I

I've seen the battlefields were soldiers slaughtered in vain
I've seen cities burned down to leave no remains
I've stand in the frontline and fought my way right through
I've raised my weapon in the execution platoon

I watched my friends prepare to fight
But in their eyes I have seen how they prepare to die
In dark cold trenches I've seen grown men cry
I've seen villages where people committed suicide

There is blood on my hands
A mind filled with anguish and guilt...
Sacrifice for my land
Insane thoughts and wasted dreams...

Reflections from the past
It force me to my death
Reflections of my deeds
It leads me to my end

I've seen my friends abusing innocent women
Would still take a bullet for our filthy honor
Side by side, pride of our nation we held high
A hero in my mind and a murder by my hand

I've forced myself through insane battlefields
Survived years of fights with death lurking right behind
There's nothing left from these time, I stand alone
I've saved one bullet and its only for me