Of frightened screams
Of tortured cries
Of night time horrors
And war time lies

I know what happens
To children like me
Too grown to care
Too young to see

I've heard the gunfire
I saw the bombs
I hear the grieving
The believer's psalms

I've felt the blood
Staining my face
And the ground beneath me
With every pace

I've felt hope slip
It sobs when it dies
So mother, mother
Sing me nightmare lullabies