The Truth of War

A mother stares at the snow falling out the window,
And there's tears rolling down her cheeks, for her son will never come home;
He was shot one night in a pale moons light,
Just another pawn in someone else's fight.

She looks down at two letters lying on her knees,
And she knew this would happen, when the very first letter she did read;
It read " Listen son, your chosen to be one, you're going overseas to defend the kingdom"

He was shot that night, just 19 yrs old,
And he lost his life,For the Kings and their Gold;
Yes he was shot that night, or so the story goes,
That it was a freedom fight, but the truth, it always shows
The Truth of War

Then she picked up the letter delivered a week ago,
When they came to the door, she got chilled to the bone;
It read "Sorry Mrs.Benea... but we got you a flag, we regret to inform you lost his dogtags"

The Truth of War

The Old Man muttered as he rocked on the front porch,
And dementia set in, so no one listens to him, no more;
He says " War is chess, just to see who's the best, just a corporate game,
For the most cash"

His Grandson was lost that night, just 19 yrs old,
And he lost his life , for the Kings and their Gold,
Yes he was shot that night,
Or so the story goes, it was a freedom fight,
But the truth it always shows,
The Truth of War