I am only but a child,
the others seem to think,
the war does not touch me,
but I'm only a child,
and this war tears me apart,

I wear this mask,
to keep from maddness,
but each battle adds another crack,
my nerves are worn raw,
from the blood and the death,
but yet I crack a joke,
to keep them from losing it,

the reason for this fight I put up,
is not because the world needs me,
but because my mother's alive,
and she needs me to save her.