Soldiers
They're short and tall
They fight with missiles and spears
They're young and old
They've been fighting for years
He's black, he's white
They're both a part of this earth
He's Christian, he's atheist
They've been fighting since birth
He knows how to kill
He'll do anything for his own will
But without that gun
He'll only run
He's fighting for Canada
He's fighting for France
He's fighting for America
But he's really a Russian
He wants peace for all
He'll die at the call
They both want the war to be over
They just want to go home
He sees bodies burning
But times are turning
Death to all mankind
Has poisoned all their minds
He had so much power
Until God struck the hour
His judgement day is calling
So he started crawling
His brother just died
Then all night he cried
He started turning blue
But what else could he do
He's only a soldier
A lonely soldier
Begging for mercy on his sins
Will he die without the win
Will his family ever forgive him
For the people he's killed
His light is getting dim
For he can never take back this skill
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