The tears come, the mother cries.
        She can see her son is going to die.
                            They say dont worrey,
                              He is going to be alright.

   She knows he cant survive,
                   A bullet in his head,
                        A bullet in his mind.
                        But waht for, What is his crime.
  They call this war,
           They call it fate,
               But I dont know from,
                    Where they get this hate.

     So just why cant we live in peace,?
                        I know it sounds cliched,
                                    But that is what I feel.

      We all fight for our country,
                     We all fight for our face,
                         Even it means wiping out
                                 The entire  human race.

          Now I feel are too deep in it,
                It is always tougher to get out,
                          And much easier to get in.

               We built a pit, we lit a fire,
               Now we are on the pit, and
                        We are the fuel to the fire.

      Alas! Someday the fire,
                  Is gonna get us all,
                     I am sure it is laughing,
                        At the irony of this great fall.