War

In an old, crumbling town, Everyone's been feeling down, Children crying in despair, Planes bombing in the air. The war is intense, sad and deep, But it has promises it yearns to keep, Tormented with nightmares they never sleep, Thus they can only sit and weep. Soldiers defeated, arms chopped off, Horses dying in the loft, The dead child lay limp and soft, It’s mourning mother holding him aloft. A single lightbulb lit the room, A hidden flower will never bloom, Buildings on fire will never be saved, The screams inside will forever be caved. Don't weep, shed no more tears, Remember us over the years, Even though our lives did end, I know this will happen again.