In the beginning it all seemed so simple, but then came the crash of symbols. The screams of panic. The war had begun.
Even now, weeks, months, even years on, the drums still beat steady and strong. The war still rage's on. How much longer will this war rage on. We still fight for what we believe is right, but even that; the .cause, of all this violence; I fear has lost sight.
'Heads held high..brave and strong' that's what they say about us, proclaiming the glory of war to the youth of our world . I swear on my life, they are wrong. Young conscripts come. Young conscripts fall. Glory is lost through it all.
Their names forever forgotten. How can we be fighting for the 'greater good', when all we are doing is slaughtering our fellow man. Depriving him of a life he could of had. How can it be the greater good, when all we are bringing to this world is bitter and sad. Oh, how I pray for peace. Oh, how I long to see that white flag.