The price
by: trista groulx

No one knows how it came to this
No one realizes it's come to this
They don't see the price
They don't see the half burned flesh
They don't see the innocent eyes
No one knows it's come to this
No one knows their lives are worthless
They can't see the price
They can't see the eyes
The eyes behind the half burned flesh
No one knows the human price

a/n i think this came to me after seeing picture of a little boy who had been injured (but not quiet killed) durning a bombing in the early part of the war in iraq that was on the front page of a board i frequented at the time...