Do you want to know a secrete?
A tale of foolish lies?
About how you will be worshiped, all you have to do is die?
Hold up a gun,
Polish your shoes,
Don't forget, spit and shine.

Do you want to know a secrete?
Make yourself a hero?
Ready for this simple mission?
Take your gun, and your uniform,
Take that man from his family,
Ignore the pleas from his family,
The children lie,
They pretend to cry,
His mother sobs,
But it is your job.

Do you want to know a secrete?
Come back a hero?
Set your family and your future for life?
All you have to do is guard that truck.
Tell the girl to stop,
Shoot anything that moves before that,
She does not listen?
All you have to do is press it.
This aren't tears running down her cheecks,
That's not fear in her eyes,
She knows what your about to do,
No confusion about how she dies.
She attacked you, that is all,
She drew her gun, you drew yours,
She was not a child,
She was a women,
No fear in her eyes,
As she fell to the ground,

Walk over to her body,
And plant the gun as proof,
it is not lying, she would have done it anyways.
In her arms you see?!
She did have something!
See you did not lie!
Just do not look into her eyes.

But what is this?
Why try and look?
You will not find anything but a corpse.

But what is this in her hand?
A knife? A gun? A ticking bomb?
No...
What is this?
'Tis not a gun, or a bomb, not a knife to stab someone.
In her hand she held a photo,
Of her mother and her brother,
And other smile of a man,
Is it her father? Is it her uncle?
no
It is the man you took away,
The man who now lays
On the ground beaten and hurt,
All because you had your orders,


It was her father, foolish one,
He was a brother, a very fun one.

It was a mistake they said to say,
He attacked you, you could not look away.

But she lays here in your hands ,
All she wanted was to understand,
Why you took her idol away,
A man who would never hurt or slay,
Only because you had your orders,
What does that mean for all the others!?

All she wanted was an answer,
She never ment any harm,
But why does she lay on the ground?
A precious child, sent from above,
No more than 5 years spent on this planet,
Yet everything she cares for has been taken.

So tell me why?!
Why did you **** her father!?
He never hurt anyone,
Yet you hurt him,
Beat him with guns and sticks,
Had the audacity to *** on him for humor?!
He is but a man like you.
So why hurt not only him, but his kids and family?

Are you better than him? Is that why?
He is just trash,
No need to explain why.
Now you go back home,
A Hero Of War
For taking a little girls father,
And treating him like dirt,
For staining your hands with an innocent souls blood,
Nothing more than a simple Coward !
Look at your daughters eyes and imagine her asking why.
Why they took her fathers life,
With no explanations, leaving her to wonder why.
Then one day she gets shot, all because she saw that man,
Who her fathers life ended by his hand,
And lays on the ground with an unanswered question hanging from her lips.

*Please Mister ,I want to know why