At the Brink of Becomming
soilders fighting in this war thats such a waste of time
husbands, wives missing at home, their children growing lives
things that should be peace and love and yet it seems their not
wars cut me to the bone, blood added to the mixing pot
mommy, daddy, they'll never know, the one who gave their life
for such a stupid bloody reason, look at what we've got
people dieing every where, for no reason that i think
everything should be peace and love
peace is just at the brink
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