I don't know what I'm doing here

It's kinda insane

But this life in me

It runs in my veins

And this poison is in my blood

Its underneath my skin

This feeling inside of me

Just won't give in

I don't know if I'm right

I don't know if you're wrong

But fighting for peace

Just doesn't make sense

I don't know if we're right

I don't know if we're wrong

But this stupid battle

Just can't go on

I'll never be a soldier

I'll never fight a war

But I might be a soldier's wife or mother

He might be my cousin or brother

Because we all belong to someone

We're someone's daughter, someone's son

And somebody will always cry

When a soldier does die

I won't be the only one

I'll always cry for those they kill

And I'll cry for them, bloodied and still

~*~*~

Tell me is it worth crying for?

Is it worth fighting for?

Is this stupid war

Worth dying for

To be a number in a newspaper

A red poppy on a wall

To be a grey stone grave

With no markings at all

~*~*~

I don't know what we're doing here

This world is a battleground

And we're all searching for something

That just can't be found

There's only questions

With no answers

There's no cures

Only cancers

There's red blood

On a green blade of grass

And a dark stain

On the desert sands

And then the blue sky

Of God above

Tell me what did we do

To deserves his love

There's a blinding pain

And a second of grey

Then a dying friend

Lying metres away

This is what a soldier sees

As a soldier dies

There is no truth

When you're living lies

Life ain't about winning wars

I don't wanna fight any more

Can't we pick up the pieces and make a beautiful picture

Out of broken glass and shattered dreams

Can't we create a masterpiece together

Out of this broken world?

~*~*~

Tell me is it worth crying for?

Is it worth fighting for?

Is this stupid war

Worth dying for

To be a number in a newspaper

A red poppy on a wall

To be a grey stone grave

With no markings at all

~*~*~

There's too many numbers in a newspaper

Too many red poppies on the wall

And there's far too many grey stone graves

With no markings at all

~*~*~

Can't we take the pieces and make a beautiful picture?