His feet are cacked in mud,
And his eyes are red and sore.
With blood upon his chin,
And tears upon the floor.

Now the victories not sweet,
And the war is never won.
For the memories still warm,
Of the days beneath the sun.

Beauties light is finally quenched,
With the ending of her heart.
And with dagger in his bloody hand,
Memories tear him apart.

-Bridge-

Caught that day upon the grass,
He saw her there with him.
Passion in there eyes he saw,
And anger flowed through him.

Layed her down upon the grass,
Deceit within his eyes.
Slay her now with jagged blade,
To pay for all her lies.

Ripped her skin from off her flesh,
Defiled her naked form.
Rage engulfed his shattered soul,
Emotions in a storm.

Why did she ever lie to him,
Why was it never true?
There he had to find the truth,
And start his life anew.

-Bridge-

"sorry comes from parted lips,
But it’s too late for him.
Regret forms lakes of tears,
And life’s lights getting dim.

While the wars are being fought,
And the lives are being lost.
While the pains in life grow on,
End it all at any cost.

Now with sweat upon his brow,
And that dagger to his flesh.
An ending to it all,
Drive the blade deep in now.