American Revolution through England's EyesGuns being shot at other soldiersI'm in the back, hiding in terrorAcross the battlefield is where you standUp in front, proud of what's happeningI think back to the day I found you in that field.You were holding a small bunnyI asked you if you would come home with meYou smiled brightly and took my handMy daydreams are cut short when you point your gun at meA sharp pain goes through my shoulderYou walk up to me as I'm on the ground, crying from pain"What happened, England? I remember when you were great."Those words hurt me more than the actual bullet woundI'd shoot at you but I can't
"Why?" I cry to you. "Damn it, why America!""You know why." You walk away and leave me there in pain."I protected you!" I yell after you before being hit in the head with a gun by one of your soldiers.Now, I just wish I didn't black out after that.I might have actually won if I didn't.