27 January 2013
Not so very long ago They would run in any pain To a mother who would hold them close And they'd know they'd be okay
Now when they fall down Their mothers nowhere to be seen No matter how they call for them She doesn't wear their green
The wounds that they now suffer Can't be kissed away at all And no plasters going to help them now For this is their final fall
Nineteen and dying in the dirt A hero before fully a man Those bullets were not meant for one Who had barely left the pram
No life was lived before death was given Their bravery naive The battlefield's no place for those With such futures still to weave
Barely Legal • Opuss № I