The Lord takes the innocent; all they did was fire bullets.
Some got shot – time to say goodbye.
Trenches higher than your waist, all you could see were beautiful skies.
Who knows, will that bomb fall silently?
Will a young man be seen again?
A child screaming…help!
Too late.
Time to say goodbye.
Pick up the phone to hear that your dad has died.
Time to arrange the funeral.
Time to say words.
Words won’t bring them back.