I saw bullets going trough my skin it felt like falling down to sleep without pain Storm is coming to comfort me with it's cooling rain and wind I fear death no more! Is this the end of war? Will it be so simple? Who knows will I ever rise again? Or am I already rising up to heaven? I see trough myself and I see nothing there's nothing to see or feel I must be borning again to have young, strong, everlasting peace I hear the sound of rain I feel the sound of pain