The reign of Saturn was wrecked
And a childhood was unchecked
The children became the men
Nothing reminds them once again
About the golden age of innocence
While their glorious darts dispense
For great bravery in small stature
The childhood broken on their nature
In a faint noises in the dark shadows
While holding guns in mid meadows
Grumbling, broken, livid for the lose
It's all showing on their jogging shoes
Rode their broken dreams in night of a battle
Totally lost on this blustering prattle
In middle of many guns who speaks
Or the moving tanks that creaks
Under the raining blasts of mortars
Down the smoke and evil's whispers
Fields covered with the dead and blood
The gourd of drum hanging them on mud
Here, they gave a poor wounded man a drink
He reacted to their innocence with a wink
They swimming on some kind of moor
On the wrecked houses on the floor
They don't understand what the old fighting for
They just know the war knocked their door
The blow passed so close, their hats fell
Surviving a life that over breaking their will
Around the drawings and fiery lines of war
There was a dead childhood in a pity roar
Before you call "Craig" my precious dear
There was people who lived innocence in fear
Beyond the evil and the bitter death
They survived the unhuman wreath

Author / Aladdin Aures H.