The price of war
I have lived to see
Many men as resoluted as they can be
Who were hardened with pride and prejudice
And went waging wars, in the name of peace
At the end to wipe tears from their swords.
Life is a pity for the fallen
For some were even idled before it began
Deluged with the fury not seeing their fears
They marched into fire holding their tears
To pay for the price of war.
At the end, they either cower or will, stand tall
To rush with fiery into the nightfall
When their stews dissolved, in time too late
They would be lying down, by the fire gate
After paying for the price of war.
The paid price, for such a dearly cost
What remains is ruins and that won is lost
Life has a funny way, to amuse us all
A brave soldier fears not war, but rather a nightfall
Gold is always, a price of war.