A storm rages in a far off land
Bombs falling, falling in the sand.
A soldier holds gun close to heart
Begging, pleading, "Don't keep us apart."

There sits a family in a shack,
Listening as the shells snap and crack.
The mother cries for her darling child,
Wishing his world was not so wild.

The men that fight, fight for a cause
They fight and fight without a pause.
Each one longs for their world to change,
Some cannot make it, they're within range.

Bullets flu and booms detonate.
Could this really happen due to hate?
I want this world to see the love.
But is it here? Is there a God above?

What have we done to the gift of life?
We created war, this endless strife.
The battle wages forever more
I wait for one to say "Nevermore."

Love, they say, will never die.
(I'll believe that when pigs fly!)
In my life I've only been hated;
A personal war, have I been fated?

A soldier is shot, his comrades cry:
"Why is it that the young must die?
He was a good man without a doubt.
He didn't fight, he didn't shout."

I wish to join my brothers in arms,
To wake at the sound of their alarms.
With them I'd cry, with them I'd weep.
Until I reached a lasting sleep."