Cry for the dead
Who lie alone
Shot in the head
Heaps of decaying bone
Little children shout and play
Full of life and carefree
I long for those days
When I could be me
Cry for the dying
Who are full of pain
They keep on trying
With nothing to gain
Young ones smile
Faces full of grace
Knowing all the while
They belong some place
Cry for the living
Who wish their lives away
They've never started giving
Caught in selfish dismay
Little ones grow
On guard, flaming defense
Now they see, and know
And cry for their lost innocence