I Can't
I can’t see the stars here
I can’t see the lights
My mind is telling me they’re here
But they must not be that bright
I can’t smell the grass here
I can’t smell the air
Everything is stale and hollow
Without Mother Nature’s care
I can’t hear the wind here
I can’t hear the silence
There’s so much noise that fills my ears
Too much death and violence
I can’t taste the food here
I can’t taste the blood
My mouth is full of it I know
Along with dirt and mud
I can’t feel at peace here
I can’t feel at home
This Earth is like a barren desert
That I alone must roam
I can see death here
I can smell the blood and hate
I can hear the crying of the wounded
I can taste the bitter bile of fate
But still I can’t accept it
I’ll never understand why
War is seen as necessary
And why the innocent must die
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