I feel the tears on my face
Yet non are falling
I lay down and sleep
I wake and im old by morning
day and night
now feel the same
Soft words turn in anger
and there always some to blame
Town turn into citys
with an wink of an eye
People are dieing
But no one answers the question why
Rivers turn to red
from the army's that bleed
And sons grow up without fathers
all because of someone greed.
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