Stopping The Bullets

Time is running out.
Our soldiers all grow weak.
Someone must stop this war.
Someone must speak.

Soldiers drop like dominoes.
Bullets fly overhead.
Children play on the centre line.
Their mothers now all dead.

Both sides march to the centre line.
Ready for a great kill.
Guns are loaded,all line up.
Young soldiers nervously ill.

The children still all play on the centre line,
except one small boy in white.
His shirt stained of his mother's blood.
He wants to stop this fight.

The boy of seven,dressed in white,
standing on the centre line.
Bullets flying overhead,
there isn't much more time.

The boy reaches out as the gun goes off,
and stops the bullet before it hit.
All the soldiers dropped their guns.
No soldier could believe it.

One small boy had stopped the bullet,
that would have killed a man.
One small boy had stopped the bullet,
and he still holds it in his hand.

This boy took a stand.
He stood up for what he believed.
This boy had stopped the war.
Such courage he had received.

In each of us there is a small boy,
wanting to stop our wars.
He reaches out to stop the bullets.
He makes peace inside the core.

So help that small boy,
that lives inside us all.
Reach out to stop the bullets,
before any more soldiers fall.