Born as a child
To the world,
And now he leaves into the wild,
in army's hold.
The desert is hot,
His skin turns brown,
The body longs for water but
always has to run.
And doesn't matter if it's day or night,
you will see, he will always fight,
For his parents and his friends and loves,
let him be, let him be.
The target is near,
silence everywhere.
Little boy knows how to kill,
Blood proves it right there.
Yet he's a child,
Will always be,
For the mother that he left behind,
She prays: let him be!
"Oh can't you see?
My little honey is so hungry!
Why can't you hear,
his baby cries at night?"
And doesn't matter if it's day or night,
you will see, he will always fight,
For his parents and his friends and loves,
let him be, let him be. |