I will sleep in Bosnia
For I know where I am
And they talk of war
But where could that be
Is it that one small boy
Can he carry that load for me
Will it be all right
What do I know about war
It is strange that is all
I used to comprehend death some
It wasn't all that strange
But man it's weird
What do you say about war
There is nothing normal
Yet you would think it was
War has this sound
And there is this feel
How could it be real
Tell me it's a joke
I want to laugh
Don't want to cry
Tell me is the news bad
What have we ever had
This feeling will not go
It could be made up
If anything were unreal
Let this be the one
Love and pain is all the same
But what will you do then
War is here but
Who is there
Is there just one man
Just one more
Is that enough for death
Who are their friends
Where is their family
Do I know anyone
There's no war in me
Do you have so much
Why do you give it away
Well who would ever buy
Is there a child somewhere
Are toy soldiers so much fun
I found myself here
And you over-there
Are we so far away
Is it not one day
The sounds of war are clear
Here there is less confusion
Who wouldn't see the problems
It easy there to start
Don't listen over hear
I can't try over-there
I have this life I have
I don't understand war
But there is a simplicity
And I don't know any heros
Siren sounds so beautiful
Children won't you cry
And it's lovely to see
Which eye could be dry
Laughter and the thunder falls
Sorrow to the sun showers down
What could be done to the rain
Who will now take their pain
Further then you will go
Closer than you'd like to know
And in an end
There is no completion
Saturday, February 13, 2010
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