THE MAN OF WAR

My death was never a friend of mine
I laughed at him when we stared at me
As soldiers we paid accross to kick our powers
knowing that better men would soon arive, we laughed

when as greater wars are waged, the fighters that stand tall brags
we war on death, not for pride nor honor but for our very flags

these wars that are faught for intregity, pride and peace
never to see, what we are fighting for

the battle of man for our country so high
as the ending in sight, could never be further nigh

To return home as kings, full of hope
that never again should a war be waged
for me, the soldier full to kick his power
it was better to die with honor, then live to never know what i fought for


BRING HOME ALL OUR MEN FROM IRAQ THE WAR IS OVER