Who do we turn too, who do we blame
The battlefield sight, of souls killed in vain
The marching and madness, of all countries will
to hurt and destroy, no pause when they kill
what is the root, of humanity lost
when will it stop, and what is the cost
we willingly fight, put our self in deaths range
for who and for what, when will this change
How many body's, and how many tears
how many nights, of families and fears
a mother who waits, and prays for her son
was he killed by a bomb, or killed by a gun
the people on top, who declare all this war
we'll give you money, the listings they soar
poor and naive, the contract they sign
the recruiter he says, son you'll be fine
you ploy and you plot, a war you declare
leave millions of souls, as they rise through air
This is to all, the nations around
ignoring the cries, a mothers dark sound
