Perhaps

Perhaps the sailor was a saint,
the woman was a tart.
Perhaps the images we paint
are tainted by our heart.

Perhaps the young man held a gun
or did he hold a toy?
Perhaps he died his mother's son,
her only pride and joy.

Perhaps the children playing there
were casualties of war.
Perhaps it's true we're well aware
of what the mines are for.

Perhaps the soldiers on the wall
were only children too.
Perhaps you've never cried at all
because it wasn't you.

Perhaps there was an Angel sent
our mortal souls to save
and He, like other soldiers, went...
a young man to his grave.

deathhistorywarchildreni do not know?

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