Blood Ground
Retreating quietly from the battlefield,
bleeing, a wound in my chest, a year-old,
flesh cut deep, bleeding pretty, concealed
you were so bold, but I’ll fold, war’s too cold
A bullet to the left, another to the right
I’ve been left, but never been right
never I’ve wept, I’ve held on tight
the grip I’d kept, was just too slight.
Through ashes and smoke, my friend and I
though not a good walk, we always hanged by.
blood moon stalk, the prettiest lie
best bit to swallow, to swallow and die.
Lost at where, there’s nothing unfair
you were there, and it’s too much to bear
some comes alone, some with a spare
you took your shot, while it laid bare
At a loss of faith to fire another round
cos they crack the heart, that awful gun sound
now that you’re gone, I’ll be pale and unfound
and I’ll shield my wounds and yield to the blood ground
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