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If i do not make it out the night
Tell my knight that my knit
Found not it thread
That it weeps not.

For this star was never meant to be born.

Piece by piece
They took my peace
Piece by piece
They broke the peace
Piece by piece they slowed my pace.

There is no more laughter on the street
The playground has become
The mourners grave.
Sound of laughter turned to gun shot
A parade bomb of wails


Piece by piece
They gave us a scar for life.
To what end must we bleed
For a course we hold not?

The beautiful street
has become a pool of blood
Where do i call home?
Who are my people?

WAR IS NO BODY'S FRIEND!

WAR! WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?