War Song

I’m sick of seeing all the children and the suffering
Draft is just another word of saying slavery
I’m told to be a man and fight for my country
Don’t you think that every life is worth something?
I won’t fight another war
When I don’t know what I’m fighting for
I can hear the planes flying up above me
Another way to make another broken family
I could paint a million pictures but you’ll never see
Don’t you think that every life is worth something?
I won’t fight another war
When I don’t know what I’m fighting for
I can’t stand to watch the children bleed
Hurts the eyes, the suffering
Where’s the good?
Where’s the love?
Love’s so desperately needed
I won’t fight for something
That I don’t believe in
I won’t fight another war
What are we fighting for?
Every child and his father that he’ll never see
(that he’ll never see)
For every widow in a bed that lies empty
(lies empty)
For every yellow ribbon tied around a tree
For all of you that never had a chance to speak
I won’t fight another war
When I don’t know what I’m fighting for
We won’t lose nobody when
I don’t fight for something I don’t believe in