Rock-a-by baby on the crimson ground
Your bright future shall not be found
You will not be awoken from your cold sleep
For your loving family has buried you deep

Justice at your brow, where mother leans
This young soldier died at only eighteen
The gun was loaded, the bullet was shot
Family remembers the child luck forgot

Years have passed by, trying to let go
Trying to hold back tears they won't let show
All he recieved was his name in stone
Wars lullaby is once again shown

 
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