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Price of War

Blood flowed from the young soldier's head
I think that the child is now dead.
Where is her child? He left so willing...
Is he in Hell, damned for killing?
He is long gone now.  Where can he be?
I pray he's in Heaven for keeping the country free.

We choose the old to take the country by the rei
gns,
but it is the children who suffer all the pains.
Power is heald by the ones up high,
Sending others' children to war... to die.
The tears are flowing for teh mother's eyes...
She ponders on a answer to the government lies.

Aim for the target, draw a beed.
I all this fighting, is ther really a need?
Guns and bullets are the weapon of choice,
but the biggest gun is the power of voice.
Stand up for freedom! Put your weapons on the gr
ound.
Voice your opinions, let that be the only sound.