the fireing line

in the dark i was left ,

nowhere to run or hide ,

body´s of friends lay beside me 

you said we would be safe , you lied ,

how do i get out of here ,

when can i leave ,

this is so heard to take in ,

and very hard to belive ,

shots ring out across the clif´s 

as another wave of fighting begin´s,

 it´s all to late

it´s all so wrong ,

the end is near,

it wont be long ,

am out of time ,

there getting close 

i am a sitting duck ,

in the fireing line