Blood on my Hands

Once again my feeling....

I see blood on my hands
Yet is it mine
Or is it the life of another man's
One of the wost kind

I have fought in this war
and my blood is of lies
and the truth is nothing more
behind a dying child's eyes

I see the blood is pure
yet I am not
My sickness has no cure
So I am left to rot

I have blood on my hands
But it's not mine
I took the life of another man
One of the worst kind

By: Glen Jackson