Weary feet tread the desert
Sweat drips from every brow
Hearts thunder beneath a dusty uniform
Trained hands steady a rifle
Oh when will it end?
Young men of only eighteen
Some may have never been out of their state
Are now forced to take a life
How can this be the answer?
Anger bubbles quietly inside
Sweat and tears of many a friends
Litter the hot sand
Some believe we're fighting for the innocents
I believe there are none
Not anymore
What did we do?
INNOCENT Americans went to work
Expecting to come home
Instead families were torn apart
Lives changed forever
Every life lost that ill-fated day was innocent
Yet we should care about theirs?
That makes no sense, none at all
Night after night I cannot help but cry
Oh when will it end?

Hopefully some day soon