Wars not a game no more

Wars not a game no more
remember how as kids Mommy
would cry the thought of war

remember as kids ruining around
with toy guns in are hands
no one dying and home for
dinner time and catch the
news of war Daddy was watching

wars not a game no more
guns blazing bullets Flynn brothers
dying were they stand mommies crying
daddies cur sen there boys wont be home
for dinner time any more

missiles Flynn bombs falling
tanks exploding sisters hurt
and may never heal from what they
see or have to do to survive in
combat i wish the world can talk
so peace can be try ed for a change
and the hurting of man by man
would stop and we can all grow
as the god wanted with his plan
when he made us