Operations and pain are a part of each day
People of all ages, colors, and ways
Broken soldiers, home from the fray.
Endless tears.
Legs blown off and arms asunder
Sacrificed to leader's blunder
While the World looks on in wonder
Endless tears.
Children torn from parents arms
Brothers' hate for brothers harms
Where no sweet compassion calms
Endless tears
We kill for God, kill for love, kill for greed
But in the end, it's just killing that we see
So we lie to ourselves, close our eyes, and gladly pull the trigger blindly
Endless tears
The rain clouds come and gone
but there is never a lack of notes when pain is our song
as a result, we have but to hesitate to see the endless tears precipitate