By Sarhan Ali
As i pass through the forest
My shadows haunt me
These fir trees
This white snow
And the black sky above me
I put my hand
On my chest
Thumping it gently
I sing my song
No rhythm
And the lyrics are a little fainty
I carry my baggage
And these battle scars
They might call me coward
Cause i didn't die
Seen the flower valleys
And the bloody battle grounds
How a death of one
Bring others to life
Beautiful things you learn in the war
If you might not die
How you earn an enemies respect
And friends tell million of lies
I still hear the words of one enemy
Counting on his last breaths
Called me close and he smiled
Even on his deathbed
He had such eyes full of life
"We could have been friends
Ate our lunches togather
Hope to see you in another life"
I wonder what a foolish man he is
Blabbering nonsense at this time
Before i could respond,on his last breaths
He said his last line "don't loose hope,
Don't forget to be kind, the pain is not forever, wounds will heal as my brother
It's not a bad world
It's just a bad time
Oh
it's just a bad time "
As I proceed through the forest
Under the full moon sky
The light falls on a black coat
It's a wolf with four Little pups beside
I repeat the words
As i draw my shield
with a spear in my right
a nod of respect and forgiveness
For my crime
"Forgive me my friend for we both wants to survive
Remembering the friend i made on battle field
I said to it
It too shall pass
As it's not a bad world
It's just a bad time
Oh.. it's just a bad time