We go to war, because we want peace
We must touch the earth so we shield our feet.
we want to but live when we know we must die
And the ones that we love are the ones we make cry.

Whe are we born to a pathway to death
And why are we forced to take our last breath?
Why is it so hard to do what is best
And why does the truth cause hurt for the rest?

If man is God's image of what's good and strong
Why do we hate an do others wrong?
What is the curse in humanity bred
And why are we pushed when we need to be led?