What happens to the mind of a young soldier? I wonder, do they come back as they left? Or come back leaving everything behind..
A Child Of War
He marches and does not know where he goes
Not sure if this was the right idea
But now he is sworn by the oath of his word
Not many decisions of young,
First step as a man he headed north
Family weeping, friends feel sour, and a pregnant girlfriend
His mission make it home
Innocent creature, yet he dreams of playing ball
Waking up to Saturday mornings, and does not like feeling alone
In an other country, his keen folk he sees fall
The enemy is all round, dragged to sleep in a whole
Serenaded to sleep by bombs, bullets, tears and moans
He made it threw it, and his eyes he did not close
No longer sick of the smell, a dead body laid near as he smoke
He walks the path, knows the whole, remembers the smell
But the truth is that it doesn’t smell at all
Back home, there is an idea, a goal?
The flight back he wonders, will it all be the same,
Or changed to a new world.
The nights are silent; the air is still too much comfort
When will the bomb fall?