The war, the war, the great old war,
the sad deaths of millions of men,
in the sky there is only 1 shining star,
most signed up at only 10.

We live in contest fear,
what comes next, we do not know,
The gun shots is all we hear,
and when they hit the blood starts to flow.

We have to go, we have no choice,
if this ever ends we will all rejoice,
the bullets fly like rockets to space,
we are very lucky they don’t hit out face.

It’s finally over, the world should know,
we haven’t been home in forever ago,
we can all now go home and live free,
but this war will always have an affect on me.