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All wars will once be forgotten
Even though that fact seems rotten
War, like tides, ebb and flow
They are hot when they are hot, and not when they are not
We rush to them with anxious feet
We roll out the bugles, the drum strikes a beat
They come, they go, they eventually run cold, as you know
I was a boy, like so many these days
Anxious to grow up, to become a man, a soldier was my way
A young soldier in search of myself
We can hate wars, as we well should, but this boy grew up
I grew to know all people are real, they hate,they love, and eventually heal
As new soldiers are finding out
War cries start with a shout
But they too will come to know, wars on a land they come and they go
On a land is one thing, the bombed acreage and sites heal
But to many a soldier, wars, well your youth, your sanity they can also steal
I cannot tell you about horrors of any war
Most don't believe me, they have to sail to that shore
You cannot prepare for any battles or fights
But I assure you, wars are all a terrible sight
So wars start with a cry and a shout
They start with a bugle charge and a drum roll
But believe me when I tell you, on you, young soldier, the rest of your life a war takes its toll
