The Empty War's

A young boy cries, there's fear in his eye's his mother holds him to her breast, she thinks that's the best. Bullits fly in the night, people run in two directions, to the left, and to the right. Spot light shining bright, picks figuers running through the night,could be your Son or daughter coming home at last. Dead Body's, People Dying, Mothers crying, That,s my Son, that's my Daghter, they did nothing wrong, but now there gone fighting the War, what,s it for, will it last, in the lands so far away.

IT WILL.