A Time Of War

He takes to the skies

At the crack of dawn

Iced wind at his face

The end on his mind

Off to war in his flying machine

On top of the clouds he cannot be seen

Machine guns’ fire rips the air

Sounding the battle cry

The attacker comes out of the sun

No time to guess who or why

It’s a Time of War

A Time of War

Everyone’s fighting

What are they fighting for ?

The wings of his plane

Are riddled with holes

The smell of gasoline

In the air

Greatest of fears

And nightmares come true

To go down in flames is all he can do.