People killing, People Dying
Dressed in black, people crying
All the while the dead are breathing
The hopeless army started leaving
Through the valley, back from hell
Cries the ringing of that bell
Little drummer boy marches on
No truth this day can be undone
No one speaks of their plight
Holding on to a false light..
From the skies, the choppers' coming
In the fields the people are running
Nothing left till they end their time,
The major is free of his crime
And the war, still rages... On!
^thats all I got so far^
