War is always painful
Its pain can't be repaired.
War is when the sord in hand,
Out powers the pen in dare.
...
Consumed with sorrowed heart,
I cling to thee my love.
It is all increasing agony
The storms that roll above
...
War
War is always painful
Its pain can't be repaired.
War is when the sord in hand,
Out powers the pen in dare.
Sometimes war brings cruelty,
It always brings despair.
But most of all it's senseless,
And painfully unfair