From armchairs in the shade of day old warriors pine their youth
But young men bear the toil and fear of defending hope and truth.

When foolish leaders go to war on issues not so clear,
It’s those so young who pay the price
The price of death, pain and fear.

For what? Blood, death, revenge…

These are the ways of evil men still living in centuries past.
They fear the growing blackness of the shadow that truth will cast.

When the tortured victims of needless war lay dead in foreign streets
Who is the victor that can declare we’ve suffered no defeat?

For what? Vengeance, peace, justice…

Only when men will turn to truth will wars begin to fade.
Then our young can share the joy in the world which we have made.