As we march out onto the fields,
with men holding guns, and their arms as shields,
I can feel the fear inside of me as the cannons are being loaded,
and can imagine them getting exploded.
The deafening sound of the guns shooting,
and of the bombs being fired,
oh, we’re so tired!
We’re at war,
my family tore.
The worrying thought of the bad side in the horrible war.