I knew a boy quite long ago
There was a war, he had to go
He was so green, his life was new
How could he guess what he’d go through ?
I did my best, he was my friend
And wrote to him right to the end
How hard is it to turn away
When there is nothing left to say ?
Except you did your extra best
And hoped and prayed bout what came next
The wars will come and wars will go
What is the reason, who can know,
You’ve heard me say these words before
Why must youth die in old mens’ war ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 