The Battle

Soldiers are coming.

I can hear they’re drum.

Boots are on the ground.

The Battle has begun.

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Meanwhile children are sleeping.

They cannot be disturbed.

With news of war’s disaster.

They’ll hear not one word.

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Outside The Battle is raging.

Bombs falling all around.

People are praying.

Faces to the ground.

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Meanwhile children are playing.

They can not be disturbed.

With news of war’s disaster.

They’ll hear not one word.

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Are you still out there,

Cold and alone?

I still miss you.

When are you coming home?

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Outside The Battle is raging.

Drones are in the sky.

Tanks are rolling.

While the gay parade marches by.

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Meanwhile children are laughing.

They must not be disturbed.

With news of war’s disaster.

They’ll hear not one word.

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Are you still out there,

Cold to the bone?

I still miss you.

When are you coming home?

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Outside The Battle is raging.

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