Times change every day and with each passing year.
Yet something’s remain the same.
A soldier keeps fighting.
He keeps killing.
Every time he is near blood rains from the sky.
Why don't I change?
Why do I have to keep fighting?
Why do I have to keep killing?
I wish time would finally change me,
and stop the rain of blood where I walk.
But.... I fear as long as there is a thing called war I will not change.
