Close My Eyes

,Son’
‘,come here and I’ll tell you a story
,my father used to say
,It's all about our country’s glory’
'.up until this day
,His eyes lit up with sparks
.and I wanted to be praised
,I took a weapon in my hands
.and saluted to my flag

,Through despair and through the blood
,I’m forced to stand tall
,with a handle in my hand
.and a shovel on demand
,Could I close my eyes right now
?and stay oblivious somehow

,If I wasn’t born divine
,why should be judgement passed by me
,on a kid at my age
?who’s as proud as he can be
,At night, at camp, the anthem
,is hummed in my ears
,Were all the stories fake,' I think’
‘?Was I being naive all those years’

,A brother to my left
,and another to my right
,yet the person in front of me is shot
.gone out of sight
,The mud and blood get mixed
,on the Grim Reaper’s face
,shouts and cries harmonize
?is this our promised grace

,Through despair and through the blood
,I’m forced to stand tall
,and if I want to become a hero
,should I take the role of God
,or should I close my eyes for good
?stay six feet under ground