The sun is down,
and day is done.
A mother's lost,
her only son.
A little girl,
has lost her dad.
His little boy
is always sad.
He's left behind,
a grieving wife.
This war's destroyed,
her hopes, her life.
The warrior's gone;
now laid to rest;
for all of us;
we've lost our best.
He gave his life,
so far away,
and freedoms torch
won't pass away.
They say this war
will end them all,
but violent ways
again will call.
The rich and strong
have sent our best,
to seek out gold,
an endless quest.
To gain more wealth,
our soldiers die;
it matters not,
that mothers cry.
What good has come?
I cannot tell.
That's why they say,
that war is hell.
and day is done.
A mother's lost,
her only son.
A little girl,
has lost her dad.
His little boy
is always sad.
He's left behind,
a grieving wife.
This war's destroyed,
her hopes, her life.
The warrior's gone;
now laid to rest;
for all of us;
we've lost our best.
He gave his life,
so far away,
and freedoms torch
won't pass away.
They say this war
will end them all,
but violent ways
again will call.
The rich and strong
have sent our best,
to seek out gold,
an endless quest.
To gain more wealth,
our soldiers die;
it matters not,
that mothers cry.
What good has come?
I cannot tell.
That's why they say,
that war is hell.
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