War, war, go away,
I want go back home again,
To endless times of games and glee,
To where the smiles used to be.
To where the sunshine always shone,
But now those happy times have gone.
Laughs replaced by fatal fire,
And distants explosions that never tire.
Smiles splintered like broken glass,
Grim reminders of what has past,
Tears rushing like raging streams,
Haunted now by echoing screams.
Why does it have to be like this?
Scattered dreams and shattered bliss.
Will this madness ever cease?
And leave our dead to rest in peace.
