Wide open eyes
The only way to get by
In a desert world
That has no meaning
All that’s seen is a sun that’s gleaming
All day long.
Only to be seen by no one.
Mortars fly and rounds they crack
But these men they break their back
For the blue sky that they call home. Of all the things that you can see
Of all the things that are left to be
Was the site of all the lifeless, living men. They were…
Spent shells
Not the ones that line the ground.
Spent shells
But the ones who flinch at any sound. Their souls were torched by the desert sun.
But none of them would dare to run.
Did their duty as they’re bound.
Spent shells…
The ones who flinch at any sound. Shell of a man who went away
Come home to live another day
Spells of sand that keep on drifting
You wish that time would keep on sifting Spent shells…
Bags lay under eyes.
It can be no surprise
That they would give so much
Things we cannot touch Honor all these fallen soldiers
It is time to let them mold you
To a person that you were supposed to be… Spent shells. They will recover over time
Most will come out with their minds
But those who are left in their hell
Think of them as men…and spent shells. Wide open eyes
The only way to get by
In a desert world
That has no meaning
All you see is the sun gleaming
All day long. They will recover over time
Most will come out with their minds
But those who are left in hell
Think of them as men and spent shells.