As i stand here,
in the middle of the alley,
I remember the days kids were happy,
I remember men come home with shopping bags in there hands,
you know men and women talking together,
once upon a time,
life was going here.
But now,
I always see these destroyed buildngs,dead bodys,blood,
there are shows everywhere,
scattered all over the ground.
Wars come and go,
but soldiers stay eternal,
I wish i could see the end of the war,
only the dead can,only the dead can......