Men sent far away,
With big guns.
Men sent far away,
In uniforms.
Innocent men,
Sent far away,
To murder,
And slaughter,
Innocent men.
What has this world come to?
When everything ends, and begins
With a gun shot?
What has this world come to?
When all we hear are screams?
What has this world come to?
When tears have permanently replaced our smiles?
An innocent child loses his father,
In a war over nothing,
A war about hate,
In a world made of hate.
A loving mother loses her son,
To a killer, simply doing his job.
And what does his mother feel,
When he’s shivering behind bars?
We walk down streets, down hallways,
False smiles pinned to our faces.
We walk down streets, down hallways,
Patiently waiting,
For the day that the guns kill us instead.