Every night as I lay her down to sleep,
I pray to the Lord her soul she would keep.
Each night we lay in our beds with dread,
Would it be us tonight, that our lives should end?
Never understood the conflict and war.
What makes men take lives and more?
Watching my children asleep in their bed,
I cannot help my tears I shed.
Innocent they are not deserving this fate,
Of fires of men unleashing their hate.
Maybe the fires will rain upon us tonight,
And we will succumb to the state of our plight.
The morrow shall come and more lives then are lost,
Lives of the innocent for which war is the cost.
People will mourn for the lives which are gone.
Sadly the senseless war will just go on and on.
Proseac:
Sometimes I do wonder how do the civilans live in times of war? Each night, sleep comes along with fear. The sound of a shattering bomb rouses them from sleep just to count the casualties, many of whom are innocent of the conflict.
My stance on the situation in Israel and Lebanon now?
Stop the war. Please. No more war.
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