CrossfireA sweet serenade of a time long gone fills our ears. An aching chest is stained black from blood we never lost.Alive again, alive again.Alive are all these fears.We sit there between the both of you, listening as the bullets whiz past and strike one down. And yet, you still stand.Alive again, alive again.Alive are all these tears.We stare at each other. We wait. You forge a treaty and deem the war dead. We know better. We stare at each other. We wait. We turn as both of you fire away.Alive again, alive again.Alive are all these lies.Standing on the line, listening to two sides. We are unscathed. We are traitors in a war we were never part of. A bullet whizzes through, we grip our gaping wounds.Alive again, alive again.Alive until we die.We fall. We stand. Again and Again.