I see the running all around
I see the bodies hit the ground
Time goes by and still they fight
I hear gun shots every night
Wonder where they think they're going
I dont even know if they are knowing
Do they see the live they live
There so much more if they would give
Lovely blooms of sound and fire
Cold metal fills them with desire
Hot lead feuls their inner fire
As their life has now expired
Give them all just one more chance
Try not to make a bullet dance
Do not paint the ground more Red
Give them all your thoughts instead