Angels in the Crossfire

(Vibe: “Seven Spanish Angels” — spiritual, tragic; twist: soldier and medic pinned down together)Tone: Cinematic, reverent, heartbreaking**
Verse 1
We were pinned down in the valley where the dust turns red,Bullets singing past like prayers gone dead.My medic buddy Jones wouldn’t quit the fight,Even with smoke in his lungs, sayin’ “We’ll be alright.”He dragged me fifteen yards through hellfire rain,Hands trembling, bleeding, pushing through pain.I saw him glance upward like he knew the score—Said, “If angels come, they’ll come through this war.”
Verse 2
Chopper blades whirred like a distant hymn,But the ridge kept lighting up again and again.Jones covered my body when the mortars hit,Whispered, “Tell my mom I gave a damn bit by bit.”When the dust settled low, he was still in place,Blood on his hands, peace on his face.I held him tight with a shaking prayer—“Lord, if you send angels… don’t leave him there.”
Pre-Chorus
Some heroes fight with rifles raised—Some fight with love in a medic’s ways.
Chorus
There were angels in the crossfire,Holding him up through the funeral pyre.While the world went dark and the guns rang higher,I swear I saw wings in that burning mire.Some men fall…So others rise higher.
Bridge
Every night I feel him near—A medic’s courage whispering clear.

* Instruments: Baritone guitar, strings, organ, slow toms, echoing electric