Though the battle was won
The pain has only begun
A mothers lost son
At the hands of a gun
Crying tears of despair
That vanish in air
And nobody cares
About pain
Tell me
What’s to gain?
Through war
And suffering
What a shame
A mother that cried
Because her son died
But everything is washed in
The rain
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