War ain't fair

There are secrets that will never be told from a father to his son
Because his ears lay deaf on the seashore.

The soldier will never again slip into linens for a nights slumber.
His country flag is the material of his final rest.

War ain't fair.

The warm hug of a mother grows cold in her barren bosom
As baby rests on coarse granules of sediment.

The echo of laughter drifts beyond the walls to a place of misery
Where brotherly love once thrived in a smile.

War ain't fair.

Sweet lovers will never know their first kiss.
Playmates will forget their favorite hand games washed away in the waters.

Empty seats at the dinner table leave hearts and homes devoid
As the soldier tried to make peace on a battlefield.

War ain't fair.