We have the bombing runs come through every night
But its really just the wind
I can hear the shotguns blare
It's just a chip from the tree
The tanks backfire sporadically
Just a deer making presence known
The war has changed me so
Simple pleasures take new meaning
A sniper?
A glitch mouse.
My best friend asleep
I see energon on his chest
But it's really in my mind.
The war has changed me so
Simple pleasures take new meaning
I can't even camp with my creation
Without dragging up my past
I'm turning hollow inside
Each remembrance years my spark anew
I pray dear lord, this stops one orn
That one orn soon my past will stay past
And my memories remembered, not controlling
Keep past demons in the past
Or let them go to rest
Or let me.