Buried underground,
tombstone sixty one.
Was it really worth it,
just to hold a gun.

Went into the army,
sent him off to war.
Thought he would return soon,
but we begged for more.

Another life was taken,
at the hands of war.
Another family mourning,
rocked down to the core.

But the world keeps fighting,
have we gone to far?
We chose to take peace, and replace it,
with a giant scar.

Young men, marching forward,
to an open grave.
Fighting for their country,
something they can't save.

Death is watching over them.
with his piercing eyes.
Waiting for them to die,
so he can takes their lives.

Another life was taken,
at the hands of war.
Another family mourning,
rocked down to the core.

But the world keeps fighting,
have we gone to far?
We chose to take peace, and replace it,
with a giant scar.

Death is on, the enemies side,
waiting for us to die.