War - Rebeka

My son died from the war

And your sons died from the war

Two days ago

And you must know

My son died two years ago

What can I say

Well I’m just standing still

In my corn field

He lost his gun

He lost his sword

He hit the ground

He hit the ground

Quite easly

Gone

You have my word

He hit the ground

He lost his crown

Hope he’s busy