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