lamento (for the children of war)

rainbow colored thoughts

how many more need to fall
till we'll understand
the'll be forever gone
and we'll miss them?

the young crop grew
with a need of money
and a dream of power and glory
what will the next one dream of?

for some it was pride
which was instilled in their mind
and sometimes shame
even if only the parents were to blame.

if the innocent laugh
were a sound of the past
how many days of rain
would we need to clear the pain?

where could we go
to hide from our past
if their future
is what we thought of last?