The bitter truth

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

The clouds hang overhead; we'll never see the sky
The rain will hide my tears; they'll never see me cry.
The blood will feed the roots, the funeral sparks fly high
The war will never end; the children always die.

I was a child myself - the war had passed me by
I dreamed I might grow up to sing a lullaby
The cause devoured my youth, but winning's no more nigh;
The war will never end; I've seen the children die.

And when the heroes come to say a last goodbye
I'll spit upon their boots, I'll spit 'em in the eye
For victory's a con, our honour is a lie;
And, knowing, still I'll send the children out to die.