Tears

Searching for a reason for the crosses in a row,

Think of all those bodies of the boys you'll never know;

Lives that never finished, dreams that never lived,

Reasons to their parents that someone had to give;

Freedom is expensive but weapons are not cheap,

Their bodies escape their veins but the profits are to keep;

Guns and bullets are raised to reach a goal,

Some will give their lives and some will sell their souls;

Contracts of billions and how much for a life?

What about the children's and the soldier's widowed wife?

Freedom is expensive but weapons are not cheap,

But how much for the tears? That the widows endlessly weep?