Some Will Die
They go off to war with a mop of dark hair,
little boy smiles as if they don't have a care.
They want some excitement to prove they're a man,
willing to fight and give all they can.
They're just little boys some not even eighteen,
never had to fight or see a battle seen.
As the train pulls away some laugh others cry,
trying to be brave yet knowing some will die.
Six months pass my time dose fly, our little
boys are fighting, some will live, some will die.
machine guns roar killing those so young, some
will die and yet the battles just begun.
Our boys die falling to the ground,
some screaming a name, others without a sound.
As a soldier breaths his last he tries to give a boyish
grin, to his friend holding tight before the tears begin.
What happened to our little boys who would laugh and never cry,
They went off to fight they're love for liberty so strong,
they died for our freedom winning back her victory song...