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What I see throughout time Is people fighting People not getting along Not willing to admit When they have done wrong War is never good It's not a winable  fight Striving to succeed Striving for what is right It kills people Like nothing ever before It takes more life's Then a gangster war It takes innocent souls It makes us a matter It fuels the fire Like wood With a gas starter In the name of justice We go into other lands We put our noses in it Just to make a stand In the end It is always the same It is not always the one that starts it That is the one to blame So what do we do What do we say To the lost soul of a child That stood in the guns way I am sorry son Its not your fault We are just doing our job To get the bad ones caught? Talking makes more action Then a gun in the hand Rememeber that next time When you enter someone elses land We cannot fight The unwinable battle Because in the end it proves nothing Like a horse without a saddle We send our loved ones Not knowing the cost The price is more then a penny Because our loved ones become Lost
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
Can't we just get along?
What I see throughout time Is people fighting People not getting along Not willing to admit When they have done wrong War is never good It's not a winable  fight Striving to succeed Striving for what is right It kills people Like nothing ever before It takes more life's Then a gangster war It takes innocent souls It makes us a matter It fuels the fire Like wood With a gas starter In the name of justice We go into other lands We put our noses in it Just to make a stand In the end It is always the same It is not always the one that starts it That is the one to blame So what do we do What do we say To the lost soul of a child That stood in the guns way I am sorry son Its not your fault We are just doing our job To get the bad ones caught? Talking makes more action Then a gun in the hand Rememeber that next time When you enter someone elses land We cannot fight The unwinable battle Because in the end it proves nothing Like a horse without a saddle We send our loved ones Not knowing the cost The price is more then a penny Because our loved ones become Lost
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
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