its been over 3 weeks, stuck in the trenches
nothin to do but press benches
constantly paranoid, thinkin about the outcome
waitin on the enemy as my heart beats like a drum
i race an i pace as fellow soldiers sit n wait
its mid october, i wont make it home for christmas at this rate
theres not a thing i can do, i miss my friends an my family
of course the battles on my mind, but my girls pictures beside me
i know with her by my side, i can pull thru this
even with the explosions an bloody murder, i still miss her kiss
theres not a day that goes by i dont reminsice
prayin on the day the general says we're all dismissed
an when i head to the battle field i stay in hope
cause wars like a tightrope
u may fall or u may be victorious
but for now, i'm still stuck in the tretches an its nothin glorious