War Song *free beer if you read and comment!*

I held the world on the palm of my hand
From Niagara water to Sahara sand
I saw the darkness and the brightest of lights
From the depths of the oceans to the empire heights
I soared in victory and crawled in defeat
But every time I got back on my feet
I heard the nightingale song in the trees
And the sound of the bombs
She's never coming back to me



I held her hand inside of my hand
Felt my sight grow dim and my anger expand
I made a promise, across oceans and lands
To kill all of their women and all of their men
I bombed the cities, crawled in many a trench
And what fuelled my engines were my thoughts of revenge
My war has come to an end, they're all gone
But I'm still all alone
She's never coming back to me

 

i like how it all rhymes until the end.

 

*hands you an amstel*

 

niiice, now wheres my beer? lol

 

Here's one for you

 

I don't actually like Beer at all, but let me comment again.

I really like it

There's one thing I would change but it's really not a big deal


I held her hand inside of mine own and -
felt my sight grow dim and my anger expand

 

What? How can anyone not like beer?

Thanks for the suggestion, I always felt that part was kinda awkward, and what you wrote makes it sound a lot better

 

Beer is disgusting, call me a wimp but I prefer alcoholic fruit drinks or HARD lemonaide.

Also

My own* not mine own

 

Indeed, I dig this song. the Rhyming was very well done