Fathers and sons go off to war.
Leaving behind their hearts of gold.
Fields of fire, waters of blood.
Didn’t they know of the horror that awaits?
The happiness they had, and sacrifices made?
Their dreams were shattered, but does anyone care?
Fears run wild, in times like these.
Watch out for yourself.
Watch out for others.
Through the winter and the summer, living with nothing,
but pain and hunger.
Cries from the children, screams from all others.
The world looked on, as if in vain.
Stop the madness, take it away.
Leaving nothing behind, but hearts of gold.