Will you be glad if we win this war?
Against the nations of the poor?
The son smiles "daddy it'll be okay,
We'll wait right here while you go away"
The father sighs "I won't be home
But remember and follow me when your gown"
"Follow you where?" the little boys plea
The eye's wide open didn't see
The father sigh lays a hand on his head
His son will not lie amongst the dead
You cannot believe this was the intent,
That death could call and men be sent
Teach them to hate teach them to kill,
Maybe then they wont feel,
Watch the world destroy what's left,
And let the future save itself
Ask the people what is right,
Ask them should we go and fight...
