Born To Die.....

He stood at the door step

To see his father sound and safe...

Since he remembered the last time

He stood by his brother's grave.....

Fighting killing and

Attacking with bombs

Now there are fewer alive,

Than the dead in the tombs.....

'I remember the last time'

The mother recounts....

Before her daughter's bloody

And dead corpse was found...

They wait for the sunset,

With new hopes set high

Yet again they wake up

To break once more and die....

As the minutes tick by

More of them cry....

And here we are dreaming,

Living the joy....

So now i ask a question,

My heart cold and dry

How does it feel to know that

The next minute

YOU ARE GONNA DIE??