As I walk in the rugged land
The bloody bodies all around
Wondering why I am here
I miss my baby

Hearing the voices scream
And yelling names and for help
I see these people through my scope
I miss my baby

And as I shoot the guy below
I glimpse a guy aiming a rocket launcher
The last thing comes to mind
I miss my baby

My baby, five years old
Her bright grey eyes in my mind
And as the rocket tore at my face,
I miss my baby
 
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