We call them the enemy, those we have to fight
But they to are just young boys
They also bleed for their beliefs, for what they think is right
And as their lifes blood leaks away their loved ones also cry
Are they so very different from our young boys so brave
No, they bleed, laugh, love and die
And wives and lovers and parents cry
Just as would you and I if a loved one died
No matter what the colour of skin
No matter the god they believed in
They to are just boys