Late at night, explosions sound
Hopeless bodies hit the ground
A young lad blindly runs
In shock away from the guns
Fear and smoke cloud his sight
He doesn't care which way's right
Shells go off inside his head
As he runs to his mummy, away from the dead
Caught half way against the flow
An angry old man gives the blow
Unfair trial, but no-one cares
If they did, they would dare
Early morning, the lark rose high
Before the man looked up to the clear blue sky
And prayed to God his family were all right
Then a shot was the end of his fight
Sitting at home, knowing no better
Is a mother and a sweetheart, studying a letter
A commotion would be caused if they had known
That their young lad was shot by his own