Shrapnel flies through the window
And lodges random shards seconds from my heart.
While I wait for heaven to come
And free me from the tyranny of injustice,
There is nothing I can do to stop
The shrapnel flying through the glass.
Miraculously I witness the pieces avoiding my eyes,
my arms, my legs, and my pride;
While heaven waits for me.
In the time it takes to stall and cry
For help from no one who knows me,
As the shrapnel flies through glass
Cracking my reflection into a thousand pieces,
And then I’m scattered all over the ground
Wondering if there is a heaven
For the likes of the man
That refuses to fight a war he began;
And caused the shrapnel and the pain,
Yet, still hopes for heaven to come.