Cycle of War
Once again the cycle begins,
Killing innocents for their own means
2, 4, 6, 8, 10
counting down the lives of men
12, 14, 16, 18
Bloody bodies covering the scene
In the room with the clean, white walls,
Waiting for another life to fall,
Another casualty of this rotten war,
Tell me what we're fighting for.
Twenty years passed and the survivor lives on,
Revisiting the scene where his mates moved on,
Wishing he could forget the past
And being in peace with his mates at last.
But the young won't listen to the old,
They think they're strong, brave and bold,
Alas they forget the old possess wisdom
Full of logic, one couldn't fathom.
Fifty years later the cycle restarts,
Bloody bodies and lives apart.