Soldiers are singing their battle songs,
hearty young lads, they march along.
heads are held high and their hearts are strong,
innocent boys, they don’t belong.
heart strings are thrumming, the warriors are drumming,
tomorrow is coming, we won’t last long.
sentiment running like blood, we are drowning
in deeds of the dead, and our pasts are gone.
hiding away in the rafters of daylight,
the violence persuades us to lie.
war is not sweet,
we all taste defeat.
Mother cries softly a lullaby,
tears down her face, she says goodbye.
Brother paints red far across the sky,
Father is slain, sister has died.
The country is bleeding, the scavengers feeding,
the morning is coming, the night is long.
stubbornness rips all the skin off our pride
in the light of the dusk, and we hide our wrongs.
running away to the branches of twilight,
the violence persuades us to lie,
war is not sweet,
we all taste defeat.
Victims lay scattered across the field,
broken and bent, their pain revealed.
Here lies a sword, over there a shield,
steely remains, it’s death they yield
the war’s never ending, the plights are heart wrenching,
when brother fights brother, good men will pay.
Loyalty tore us from inside to outside
the promise of peace is a distant ray.
Stealing away to the hallways of midnight,
the violence persuades us to lie,
war is not sweet,
we all taste defeat.
Living is torture when love is gone,
Misery seeps and joy feels wrong.
Survivors bent past the point of song,
Feeble old hands, keep pressing on.
The dreams and the hopes of the people have fled,
in the dust of departure the lonely call.
Sink to one’s knees at the dirt of their grave,
clutching petals and catching the tears that fall.
flying away to the skirts of the morning,
the silence persuades us to die,
war is not sweet,
we all taste defeat.
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