TO MANY MOTHERS
HAD TO CRY
FOR THEIR SONS
WARS MAKES TEARS
FOR MANY YEARS.
I was only 17 when I raised my hand,
I took an oath to protect this land.
When I turned 18, I was sent to war,
Trying to understand what it was for.
They told me it was to protect my rights,
For that I had to fight.
For me to be true,
I thought it was the right thing to do.
As I climbed over the mountain, and took the hill,
I surely did it of my own free will.
There I saw death face to face,
There it was all over the place.
Little did I know what I would do?
Would cause me to be judged, by you!
We were the best that you could get,
Yet you treated us with no respect.
Today I cannot stand free,
It is because of the monster in me.
To many years, to many tears,
I cannot forget after all these years.
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