The scalding sun burns the grass,
all I can see is broken glass.
Carrying people from day to night,
why do we always need to fight.

Covered in dreadful fear and fright,
I help people from day to night.
Bangs and clatters will never end,
why can’t we make a friend.

Thousands of people dying all day,
do I really have to stay?
Please war will you stop!