In a war the air is not clear
It’s always dark and sad
Enemies’ projectiles are always so near
With all the commotion going on
With your ears you can hardly hear
There are swords, there are bullets
That there is to fear

Just the shouts and the screams
Make it seem like a dream
Like an actual nightmare
Pulled out of a short story's theme

Our brave soldiers in trenches they hide
Dodging those cannon that fall from the sky
Praying to God to please hear
Wishing that I could just disappear

The opponent or the enemy
That you might have killed
It’s just another picture of you
If prove is what you seek, just look at a mirror

They say
We fight for our country
We fight for our name
We fight for our freedom
That’s how we build fame

I say
But what does fame have to do
With losing our precious lives
Losing the ones that we love
The ones that we like

War is good in a way, can also be bad
It’s just that its practice can be real sad