Guerilla

Shun the non-believers
'Cause they don't believe in peace
All they want to do is fight
Instead of live at ease

Instead of fighting with their fists
They fight with guns and bombs
Pretty soon they'll end up dead
And then we'll all be gone

Their families are full of fright
And wish they'd all come home
Praying every night for hope
And listening for their phones

Just one call can change a life
And make things worse or good
They need to spend their days at home
Like every soldier should.