War

Do you hear the troubled cries at night Or know the reasons why we fight Do you see them lying over there in the dark, cold, and damp night air Do you hear thier pleas for mercies hand Or see the death each place they stand Do you see the suffering in thier eyes from the painful, deafening, dieing cries Do you hear the crackling of thier guns Or sympathize with the innocent ones Do you see the children ripped away Or the parent who happened to die that day Do you see the child turned to man To honor the country for which he stands Do you see the horror in thier eyes From knowing odd's are, they will die Do you see the depression that lies in wait Should they survive this evil state