War
And he is standing there
rifle in hand
devastation everywhere
Was he a hero
or is he a villian
Across strewn everywhere
bodies from women, old and young
Some are children
so young
too young to hold a rifle
too small to place a bomb
Oh, he is in rage
in pain
fearing not to see home
Mother, father, wife and small son!
the pain is unbearable
the yearning for home
This bloody, senseless war
will he make it home
Longing, longing
peace
he wants to be home
Bang, bang a shot rings out
No, he knows he will not make it home
dying he lays
and whispers, bloody war
we needed to stay at home
Oh soul, you gentle soul
when born knew not of war
The men, the killers
The men of greed
have need to make war
Call on all angel soldiers
and stop all wars
Spare the children
and spirits
--------------------Hehpsehboah------------------
