Daddy

I'm falling through the earth, Another maladjusted birth of a lost soul, Daddy went to war and never came back, He was shot down by the cruelty of the western world, They told me he went to special place, but I know, He's got a bullet in his head while rotting in the dirt, Mommy's on the floor again, in a pool of fluid, Why can't this go away? Why must we be in war because of some god in the sky? My friend died today, his mommy hid him in the closet as soldiers rushed in, Shot dead. They were all, Shot dead. I'm crying under the bed, Mommy's not home yet, I hear them marching now, Killing everyone dead. Fighting for honor, blood, and glory. Is it really worth it?