World Full of War

Looking for a place that we call home
somewhere where our faces were never shown
We walked the streets with our minds flying
Looking in the windows of the children crying

Their homes and streets are none but dirt
The peoples hearts are full of hurt
Death and fights are all thats left
no good memory is easily kept

Back when smiles shone every day
The children and friends were outside to play
Now in their homes they're easily hid
From the mis-conception of their lives as a kid

Bombs surround the towns gates
To determine all the people's fates
Fighting back is none the less
No one will be pronounced the best

Being all equal is not a decision
When all life's truths are easily hidden
Heartaches and death is all there is
Now in this day there is no chance to live.