WAR

Once upon a time
when I was just a little boy
all I feared were bad dreams
and I never thought of war

But that was before ... the planes came
Now the sirens wail every night
The trains are taking all my friends away
and the postman's telling me their dead

No it doesn't matter just how good you are
the front line is death to all
the trenches mud is no protection
just a way to dig your grave