A/N: A poem not exactly from any particular person's point of view, but talks about the price of war. Hence the title.
Chaos ensues, soldiers come, weapons are drawn.
A war begins amidst a crimson and orange dawn.
People are yelling; they want the violence to cease.
Please, they cry, give a chance instead Peace.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
There's so much anguish, people are dying.
And then sorrow; those left behind are crying.
Rivers empty now of water; but full of blood so red.
War can and will answer nothing, so many have said.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
Fallen foes and friends strewn all around.
Many more join them, with barely a sound.
Streams of tears, here, the river has been cried.
Anyone see how many people today have died?
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
A single red rose, placed on a father's grave.
A lone child, Peace is something she will crave.
Families deep in woe, lost in the confusing night.
Saddened, they try to convey to anyone their plight.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
Atop a high up ridge, a single figure watches it all.
He sees nothing but a senseless brawl.
A young girl, alone, battered, and sore.
A child in the middle of this war?
She shakes her head at the scene, and the war's destructive ways.
Man's first action is War, when it should be Peace, she says.
Rather than Chaos, we should sow the seeds of Law.
But no efforts towards this, was among anything I saw.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
Chaos ensues, soldiers come, weapons are drawn.
A war begins amidst a crimson and orange dawn.
People are yelling; they want the violence to cease.
Please, they cry, give a chance instead Peace.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
There's so much anguish, people are dying.
And then sorrow; those left behind are crying.
Rivers empty now of water; but full of blood so red.
War can and will answer nothing, so many have said.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
Fallen foes and friends strewn all around.
Many more join them, with barely a sound.
Streams of tears, here, the river has been cried.
Anyone see how many people today have died?
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
A single red rose, placed on a father's grave.
A lone child, Peace is something she will crave.
Families deep in woe, lost in the confusing night.
Saddened, they try to convey to anyone their plight.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.
Atop a high up ridge, a single figure watches it all.
He sees nothing but a senseless brawl.
A young girl, alone, battered, and sore.
A child in the middle of this war?
She shakes her head at the scene, and the war's destructive ways.
Man's first action is War, when it should be Peace, she says.
Rather than Chaos, we should sow the seeds of Law.
But no efforts towards this, was among anything I saw.
I feel the pain stab at my soul, its cold as ice.
I've learned of war's heavy, heavy price.