Ghost of War

Our youngest ones sent away to roam the desert
And taught to be killers
If you leave alive, someone has to die
By your own hands and
Left for the children to cry for

So lay down all your weapons
See the light
Fight no more tonight
Our families await us to come back home
and hold us one more time

The kings and their sons do not carry guns but
The profits will feed all of their children
The man you just gunned has a new born son
You left alive, he had to die
Now who will hear his children cry?

Time stops for the rest of your life
We weren’t born to kill our fellow man
There’s time to think twice
How low will the empire go?
The ghosts are coming back to hear you cry

The Ghost of War returns
Your memories make you wish you were dead

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