As trees whisper of days gone by
Armies pass before my eyes

To a battle field where soldiers lie
Echo's of pain as mothers cry

Fighting wars that should not be fought
Visions fill my mind of the coming onslaught

As children with weapons turn into men
In far away countries,  in far away lands

Through heat, snow on land that grows bare
Smells of death soon fill the air

As darkness falls upon the battle field
Body's lay quiet Body's lay still

As a young boy gasp
The last breath slips from his lips

A new day will dawn
Bringing more souls on more ships

When it's all over, All said and done
Are there any winners
And what have they Won ?

~Gary~