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Ruined Minds

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The silence has fallen 
Over the battlefield 
Amidst the bodies 
A wounded soldier is rising 

His friends are dead 
His merriness is lost 
He takes his things 
And goes home 

His mind is hurt 
His heart is broken 
The civil people 
Turn him their back 

He awakes in the nights 
Memories of the war 
Of slaughter and death 
Makes him feel pain 

He can hear the screams 
From his slaughtered friends 
He can feel the pain 
To loose his friends 

The hell isn't over 
It's following him every day 
His smile is just a fake 
He can never be quit the memories