Yet Another Damn War
It's seven in the morning
The sun's shining bright
What more could we ask
What a glorious sight
Sure great to be living
On old planet Earth
There's no greater feeling
Than a new day's birth
Some wake with a frown
With a miserable face
With all that we have
That's an utter disgrace
The one's that are fortunate
Are the ones that can laugh
Their world's in the dumper
But they know it will pass
The sun will come out
We'll be singing once more
As we come to the end of
Yet another damn war!
© Jack Ellison 2014
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