"Let me hold you", you plead while gathering me slowly in your arms.
You slowly rock me back and forth as if trying to silence those guns.

Little by little your tears fall,
Little by little my shirt began to soil.

Your tears became a sob then a scream without noise
I know I heard you and I believe I did like its my choice

Then you begin to wonder if the sun has risen
but no one knows because everyone has been dead---
Dead from the war
Dead from two countries who love taking po'er.