Sweet young child
Full of life, full of smile
Running through the streets playing ball
Go and make a friend
Go and hug your ma
Sweet young child
Full of life, full of spite
Watching from the doorway as your pa gets stolen from you
Go and love your friends
Go and hug your ma
Sweet young child
Full of life, full of spirit
Choosing “honor” for yourself
Go and enlist with your friends
Go and hug your ma goodbye
Sweet young Soldier
Full of life, full of fight
Drinking soda at the bars
Go and laugh with your friends
Go and send a letter to your ma
Sweet young Soldier
Full of life, full of pain
Putting dear photos to your chest
Go and fight alongside your G.I.s
Go and pray that you come home to your ma
Sweet young Soldier
Full of death, full of war
Lying in the medics cots
Go and cry for the empty boots
Go and call for your ma
Sweet young child
Once full of life, now full of mortis
Lying still on that battlefield
Go and sleep well
Go and wait for your ma
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 3:28 PM UTC
Sweet young child
Full of life, full of smile
Running through the streets playing ball
Go and make a friend
Go and hug your ma
Sweet young child
Full of life, full of spite
Watching from the doorway as your pa gets stolen from you
Go and love your friends
Go and hug your ma
Sweet young child
Full of life, full of spirit
Choosing “honor” for yourself
Go and enlist with your friends
Go and hug your ma goodbye
Sweet young Soldier
Full of life, full of fight
Drinking soda at the bars
Go and laugh with your friends
Go and send a letter to your ma
Sweet young Soldier
Full of life, full of pain
Putting dear photos to your chest
Go and fight alongside your G.I.s
Go and pray that you come home to your ma
Sweet young Soldier
Full of death, full of war
Lying in the medics cots
Go and cry for the empty boots
Go and call for your ma
Sweet young child
Once full of life, now full of mortis
Lying still on that battlefield
Go and sleep well
Go and wait for your ma
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