Glory2Hypnotoad
Trooper
For any of you who consider yourselves songwriters, post here to share original lyrics and comment on each other's.
I'll start with a song I wrote for my sort-of-band (under the working name Shrapnyl, i'm the rhythm guitarist.)
The Road Back
Faces frigid, sullen scared,
From the battlements they stare
At brothers left behind and doomed
Who found their peace a day too soon.
The bugle trills, the firing quells.
They start the long road out of Hell.
Marching homeward through scorched hills,
Soldiers no more, soldiers still.
Chorus:
On the road back from death
Death follows you home.
Friends' fates unforgotten
Though their graves marked unknown.
On the road back from death,
Alive but not well,
Their innocence lost
And a grim tale to tell.
Years ago they stormed these sands
Young and eager, full of plans.
The lucky few now make their way
While comrades in the sand still lay.
Burdens lost and burdens gained;
No easy way to ease the pain.
Free to live their lives once more
‘Till once again the bullets soar.
Chorus
Ten years later old men shout
And send young men to die.
And the cycle starts anew
Beneath a burning sky.
Faces frigid, sullen, scared.
Mothers left to mourn.
A sadder but not wiser world
Awakes the morrow morn.
I'll start with a song I wrote for my sort-of-band (under the working name Shrapnyl, i'm the rhythm guitarist.)
The Road Back
Faces frigid, sullen scared,
From the battlements they stare
At brothers left behind and doomed
Who found their peace a day too soon.
The bugle trills, the firing quells.
They start the long road out of Hell.
Marching homeward through scorched hills,
Soldiers no more, soldiers still.
Chorus:
On the road back from death
Death follows you home.
Friends' fates unforgotten
Though their graves marked unknown.
On the road back from death,
Alive but not well,
Their innocence lost
And a grim tale to tell.
Years ago they stormed these sands
Young and eager, full of plans.
The lucky few now make their way
While comrades in the sand still lay.
Burdens lost and burdens gained;
No easy way to ease the pain.
Free to live their lives once more
‘Till once again the bullets soar.
Chorus
Ten years later old men shout
And send young men to die.
And the cycle starts anew
Beneath a burning sky.
Faces frigid, sullen, scared.
Mothers left to mourn.
A sadder but not wiser world
Awakes the morrow morn.