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A child so young So pure so kind When war appears That child is to die To fight in a war It was never meant to fight While those that started it Cower and hide With millions of bodies As their wall as their shield Mothers cry to see their child die Father's cry knowing they might not come back alive Children cry not wanting to go Wanting to stay in the warmth their parents arms hold Millions of lives changed forever.. so why do you repeat the cycle? Why continue to fight? Why start a war when you know what will be lost?