Children of the Crossfire

Ten years old in a burning town

They tore my childhood completely down

They put a heavy rifle in my shaking hand And told me

to defend this broken land

I never wanted to play this game

Every trigger pulled is a mark of shame

(god forgive

me)

Forced to stand,

forced to fight

No stars left in this blacked-out night

Every step I take is a step in chains Wash away the

blood but the guilt remains!

(no,

more,

pain!)

Marching lines through the ash and smoke

Another piece of my spirit broke

I see my reflection in a stranger's eyes

Just another casualty of their lies

I hate this uniform!

I hate this war! (ahhhh!)

Forced to stand,

forced to fight

No stars left in this blacked-out night Every step I take is

a step in chains Wash away the blood but the guilt remains!

I just want to go home...

(just let me go home)