Whether we live or die the world never changes each individual has to learn to stand up by their selves or learn to fall.
Lilies on the pond so beautiful
Their light fluffy white color
The violets all in bloom
Then there's the boom
War is raging and we're through
The lilies and violet glimmering red
We've fallen into the night
We hide and scurry because we can't fight
We're children hiding in the long leaves of the grass
Looking for parents that will never come back
Lost in this darkness that is so vile.
We run and scurry as they come with guns in their hand aimed.
Brother does not run but stay for his legs are maimed.
I sleep and hope this is a dream
When I wake I see what is true