Another day for me and
an average person's life,
a day to go about our work
to bear no sacrifice.
the day at a close, news turned on
events becoming clear,
more heros return, flag-draped coffins,
a burden the country must bear.
A villiage turns out to pay it's respects
it's becoming a weekly event.
Too many, too young, a sacrifice,
it seems that god only lent.
How many more we say as we weep,
tears falling once more as we view
silent procession of cars passing by
why? I haven't a clue.
War is a word that causes such pain
for those that are left behind.
What is there left to fight for
when death brings us no peace of mind?
Why do we send our men to fight
in a land so far away?
Why is it so important when
young lives are taken to pay?
Who ever said that fighting
brought peace to all mankind.
Peace and love and forgiveness
should be easy enough to find.
So bring our heros home at once,
they don't deserve to die,
bring them back to rapturous applause
and bring arms down to lie.
Until this happens I offer a prayer:
Lord keep them safe I ask,
our precious brothers, husbands and sons
and give then strength in their task.
Overcome once more by TV images