You’re still just a child
You didn’t ask to be born in wartime
You didn’t ask for your family to be slaughtered
You didn’t ask to be in this living hell
Building are crashing down
Airplanes keep flying overhead
People are being murdered all over town
There’s never silence, not even in your own bed
You’re crying over the loss of your family
You’ve already buried some of your friends
Slowly you forget to hope for peace
In this hell you’re living in, nothing will make you at ease
Your mind is forever poisoned
With fear, loss and hatred
They will make you fight
Against everything you once thought sacred
They will make you kill your friends
Put you up against the ones you loved
If you don’t they will kill you
Your own life, is now all you have left
You shouldn’t be a soldier
You shouldn’t want to fight
You should want to play
You should want to be loved
But all they make you hope for
Is killing as many as you can
They say you’ll go to heaven
If you do exactly what they say
So in your small hands you hold a gun
Your face is smeared with mud
Not because you were playing
But so ‘the enemy’ won’t see you
You’re looking grim and mad
‘I decide who lives or dies’
But you’re really just a child
And should be long in bed
They have no right to harm you like this
They have no right to take your innocence away
What you need is your mother’s kiss
To make the bad things/ times go away