When Death Fell From The Sky

The woods are scary dark and deep they offer no respite. God knows that this is all and death is all we get. Of all the things you heard them say, Of what they saw U.S...do. The dead aren't seen nor are they under ground. Writing what I heard them say their shadow's on the wall's their there to stay. I feel the moss a beard instead of hello green once was. Of't their flesh when cooked is bark a mottled brown. Love I've never made and now I know, I never will. In a flash I gone, I sadly, bade goodbye. The bushes have no scent, no leaves are growing there. Skies to clear to see, clouds, cover where we sleep. You have entered lost and tired and like those lost and won't be found. If there was a God, like you to cry and you and me? In war, there needs a second chance to show you what we think.