Love gave you a reason not to die
It gave you a reason to wish to live
But the season of war is here
And it is a season of death
Nothing needed to admit
That its hard to survive
When you are a young man
Full of hope but full of scars
And it is seen as your time
To prove your manhood
When the leaders desire to make war
For no reason than to satisfy themselves
And their need for vicarious glory
Bought by your blood yes you will bleed
And they will tell the story
Of the angry tribe mood
The made war necessary
That made your death complete
