When days pass on
I hear the crying
Of all the women and children dying
As we fight
I see my friends dying
Screaming in pain as they're falling
The sun is beating
My mouth is getting drier
As I step on the field
I say to myself
"Oh my God, I might be dying here."
As the sweat is dripping down my face
I pray to God to just let me see my child's face
