Men with boyish faces
Laugh, swear, and fight
Cry, kill, and die
Never questioning what is right

Never doubting his countries cause
But willing to die for it just the same
His future is an unmarked grave
Who will remember his name?

And if he lives what then
Death at his defeater’s gun
Or living his life in shame
Or living his life on the run

If he wins what will he do
After all he has done and seen
Ruined for most any life
At the age of nineteen

Forgotten all he’s learned in school
Though he knows how to kill
Something’s left empty in his heart
A space that he cannot fill

He fought through winter and spring
But never knew summertime’s joy
And the rain falls ever so softly
On the body of a boy

A young man went to war
Still very new to life
Just out of high School
He did not know strife

He thought he was a man
For putting his name in the list
And his life on the line
Before he had even been kissed

He did not think of death
Though he knew it was there
The promise of glory seduced him
So he rushed in with out care

His mother cried for her little boy
Just out of her loving embrace
The little boy who never came home
The little boy with the once happy face

An argument hurts no one
Unless it is a war
When nations fight each other
Until the other is tore

Generals play toy soldiers
Trying to win each fight
Laughing at the others defeat
Each thinking he is right

Tossing one toy aside
Just to recruit another
That will become a casualty
Fighting beside his brother

Victory is close at hand
The small boy jumps with glee
As his toys slay his rival’s men
Until there are none to see

The dolls weep and morn
For their husbands dead
Others smile and laugh
That it wasn’t theirs instead

But it was just a game
That two children play
Except when one toy falls
He will never walk away

Who is to say
that time time can't tell
that it always must be told

who is to say
that a great man's words
always must be bold

No one says this
it is just a fact
that all will learn in time

Yet realy to say
it is a fact
is a deadly crime

Time can tell
many things
that happen the next day

And everyone
has something simple
that they would like to say

Will they listen
to simple words
that a child might tell

Will they listen to times tale
as long as they have
something to sell

Time will speak
simple words
that all can under stand

It will wisper them
in your ear and
hold your shaking hand