-Un Loved-
-15-
- He smiles at the soldiers, tells them its allright.
He knows of their fear in the fore comming fight.
Soon there'll be blood, and young men will die.
Mothers and fathers back home they will cry.
-The fate of our country,
is in our young hands,
may god give you
strenght, do your job
real well, if it all was
worth it, only time it
will tell....
is in our young hands,
may god give you
strenght, do your job
real well, if it all was
worth it, only time it
will tell....
-In the morning they returned,
With tears in their eyes, The
stench of death drifts up to
the skies, A young soldier
so ill looks up with no thrill,
And remembers the words,
thou shall not kill!!!
Be Gone!