morbid
21-11-2008, 05:59 AM
The worst thing I did
When I was just a youngster
The worst that I could do,
Was steal a piece of pie,
And maybe a cookie or two.
But the older I became,
Oh, the horrible things I'd do;
Like stepping on ants and bugs --
The thousands I must have slew.
Now I'm grown, they tell me.
I wear the uniform of my land.
And today I finally did it --
Today I killed a man.
I didn't know his name;
His color was different than mine.
But he must have had a mother
Who'll, somehow, stop crying with time.
And when my tour is over,
And I see my family,
I'll have to stop and think
Of the horrible thing I did.
And when the fighting’s over,
And this war is finally won,
History will tell our children
Of the horrible things we've done
When I was just a youngster
The worst that I could do,
Was steal a piece of pie,
And maybe a cookie or two.
But the older I became,
Oh, the horrible things I'd do;
Like stepping on ants and bugs --
The thousands I must have slew.
Now I'm grown, they tell me.
I wear the uniform of my land.
And today I finally did it --
Today I killed a man.
I didn't know his name;
His color was different than mine.
But he must have had a mother
Who'll, somehow, stop crying with time.
And when my tour is over,
And I see my family,
I'll have to stop and think
Of the horrible thing I did.
And when the fighting’s over,
And this war is finally won,
History will tell our children
Of the horrible things we've done