At some point in every child's life they will wish for the gift of flight.
They will want wings to soar through the sky,
following the birds on the breeze.
To escape all their worries and doubts by simply flying away.
But we are all human and are not capable of such things.
Knowing this we still naively dream of one day being able to fly on wings like birds do.
But maybe one day, if the many children in the world just keep wishing for the impossible, then maybe, just maybe a miracle will occur,
and one beautiful little child will have their wish granted and an angel will be born.

The soldiers are shouting, ever do loudly,
Representing their country, ever so proudly.
The children are crying, as gun shots fill the air,
As their parents promise to always be there.

The hospitals keep crowding with men that are dying,
Wives and children can't stop themselves crying.
The women are moaning, just singing a song,
'Why must we fight, can't we just get along?'

Cannons are firing, gun shots ring out,
All we can hear is shout after shout.
This war is pointless, why do we fight?
This battle I know, will certainly be tight.

It feels like this war will never end,
My battle scars will never mend.
And here I am in a hospital bed,
Because a bullet, when straight through my head.