I look at our children
So young and small
So pure, So innocent
They know little of this world
But not for long

Soon they'll grow older
And learn about life
They'll lose their innocence
They'll know hate and death

Soon they'll become
More pawns in this game
That is played for so long
Almost without an end

Soon they'll take their place
In this cycle of hate
They too will never be young
Because of their fate

I look at our children
The future to come
The best of our crop
Blown in the wind

Another generation
Again will fall
And suffer the consequences
Of our never ending war.