Shooting stars above a hot desert sky,
the crescent moon floating way up there high.
Lightning zigzagging from the extreme heat
as the sands sit still in the windless night.
Visions like this are a wondrous sight.
Feeling blessed being able to enjoy,
for sights like this one are the real McCoy,
and most certainly are sweeter than sweet.
Stirring emotions deep within this old soul,
making it hard to remember my roll.
Then there is gunfire off in the distance,
artillery flying over my head.
War reminding me of my existence,
hugging the sand and hoping I’m not dead.