The price of war.

I look out at the snow, and take in a deep breath,1

I feel like a child, who knows nothing of death.2

For who of the age, of say, eight or below,3

should know of those people, underneath all that snow.4

And I ask you, how often do you ever think,5

of the soldiers that're fighting, in subs, that might sink...6

How often do you, ask yourself, "Why this war?"7

just be glad you do not, have to open your door...8

And see a high ranked, man of the corp. or marines,9

come and say that a loved one, in heaven, now leans.10

For the feeling of losing a person so dear,11

would give me a chill and a reason to fear...12

That if this war should ever, come to a big end,13

so then we could possibly, go help and mend,14

The hearts of so many who are still cold and weary,15

and dry all their eyes, that are still wet and teary..16

For this war that we know, has gone on for 6 years...17

and I still sometimes wish I had childlike fears.18

For then you would see, that I would not yet know,19

of the pain or the turmoil or the tears that still flow...20

Since a child should just play and never should know,21

until that day sometime, when he too must go.22