When they come…
When they come…
Do they give a second thought
To what's inside?
When they come…
Do they realize there's an innocent child crying,
Deep inside?
When they come…
Do they know that with each enemy they kill, a soul dies too,
Deep inside?
When they come…
Are they aware that beneath the enemy's cold, hard gaze,
Are a victim's hopeful pleas?
When they kill us by the thousands,
Do they regret,
For destroying what's inside?