Tear drops are falling,
my heart's been yearning.
Tender is your kiss,
that I felt upon my lips.
On the days of quiet slumber,
when time is at a still.
Then comes a giant thunder and the winds
begin to chill.
As rockets explode and soldiers stray,
craters emerge and people pray.
Such is war the struggle, the pain.
But can anyone be certain it is not in vain.