Tuesday, 5 July 2016

War


Somehow I end up
Feel down
I try to stand
But I fall down
There's a thorn in my side
I feel defeated inside
I march once again
There is not a single friend
All the world may down
As I hold on
Hold on

War war war
There's a strip to the shore
An earthquake there
I feel so hot and bare
Tempers raise the flag
There is no marching band
Blood is rich and full
The march is not ending soon
War war war
To the shore
War war war
Can't stand it anymore
But we march in war

I walk on strong
And bend my head
I think I might be dead
But then I pinch my heel
The paid is so real
Hot burns the skin
I feel so sore within
There is no chance to win
Heart falls down
I think that I
May well drown
As I walk with the wind

War war war
There's a strip to the shore
An earthquake there
I feel so hot and bare
Tempers raise the flag
There is no marching band
Blood is rich and full
The march is not ending soon
War war war
To the shore
War war war
Can't stand it anymore
But we march in war

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