The numb heart

Every battle leaves a scar.
Every step takes me far.
Far away from the place I call home.
Far away into a distant land.
For glory and pride.
For a nation that I left behind.
Strange that the grass here is red.
Strange that everyone is dead.
Pain is shooting up in my heart.
Pain unlike that of injured body part.
There they are enjoying,full of pride of victory.
There atop the battlefield, full of painful story.
It's silent
It's dead.
Until they'll raise their ugly head.
Until they disagree again
For their pride.
For their fate.

Tomorrow I will move ahead.
Tomorrow to take someone Else's head.
The war will go on forever it seems.
The war will leave scars on me.