Don't own it.
A war fought valiantly on both sides
The Archangel through the sky rides
War mirrors life and life mirrors war
I can't take it anymore
Fiery ambassadors of searing pain
Coming down like the falling rain
Each side believes that he is right
As a storm of fire pelts the night
So many lost, so many dead
So many fields gone from green to red
Many fight and many die
Empty pleas that reach the sky
Scrambling for life, fighting for death
Struggling to capture one last breath
Blackness creeps in as life slips away
Blotting out the light of day
That last instant many scream
One more moment, a death to redeem
Except it's quiet, a silent cry
War. There's no worse way to die.
Sorry, I'm feeling morbid right now.