Trapped in my sights, he moves around slowly   My finger pressed firmly on the trigger   Two men trapped in the oblivion of conflict   The hunter and his prey      Beads of sweat form on my face   As he approaches, looking from side to side   My life or his - Justification   My cause or his - duty and honour      I think back of my home far away   A land of peace and equality   Horror paralyses my fingers      Shock, breathlessness, haze of faint   I cannot move, I cannot think   White in my eyes that blinds my sight   All I do is lay or die      Terror, sweat pours off my chin   I'm starting to shake   The weapon discharges      I missed, a hail of bullets graze nearby   Then nearer, i'm hit   I'm hit again! I lay and die