February 19, 2011
By Anonymous

People are crying,
from the lost.
War is starting,
and there's a new boss.

He takes men,
and makes them work.
Leaving Home at ten,
and don't know what is next.

We'll wait and see,
just wondering where they will be.
Look outside,
crying to the sea.

Sailing away,
to a far far place.
If it's a bay,
I hope they are all safe.

They will come back,
one day.
Just try to relax,
and get on with life,
by yourself on your way.

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