Little boys and girls,
Battle many things,
Some don't even know,
They are just too young,
There lives are all screwed up,
Yet they have barley begun,
Theese soilders don't carry a knife,
And no gun,
They hold there moms titly,
And ask if its done,
They go through radiation,
And take pills everyday,
They just want to jump up and say,
Let me be normal god,
JUST FOR ONE DAY???,
god cannot help them,
All he can say is ,
Keep batteling,
It will stop one day,
Well one day too late,
Children fall dead,
They dont get to do anything,
Like grow up or turn five,
This is so sad,
Why dosent go help,
if he's really there,
Why dosent he hear them shot,
SO ignore me god,
And please please help out!
For theese soilders die EVERY DAY.
