tracing the scars of memories

It´s not simple to describe 

If you can not see 

all the pain inside...

fatal infection and disease.

It´s not easy to walk the way

when all your friends are dead 

and their flesh bleeds on your hands

trying to whisper their names.

I need to rewrite their lines

among the friendly fire 

I can not save their lives 

dying one by one.

No sympathy, no regret 

on the battle field.

Just I can hear the cannon roar 

you can not turn off on the road.

Living memories drawn on scars, 

now my wounds on my arms 

could be describe 

all the pain inside .

Watch with your own eyes

It´s simple to describe

like spit a simple lie…

you are not the same anymore.