• Hey there, my son,
    Don't sling that gun around,
    Don't pretend you're ready to be a man,
    We know you're a child inside,

    We've seen things,
    I've seen so much you haven't,
    Don't close your eyes, don't look away,
    Stand tall and get ready to fight,

    Don't rush to grow,
    The battles and wars come soon,
    You will not be fighting alongside glory,
    You will stand in blood of friends,

    Speak lies loudly,
    But whisper the truths to save you,
    Don't let the enemy embrace, provoke you,
    Save yourself and your comrades too,

    Don't pray to God,
    On the battlefield nothing answers,
    There will be no shining light to save you,
    Depend on your own tired hands,

    Bury all your friends,
    Emotions will be a casualty here,
    Don't allow them to prey upon weakness,
    Become a machine as they want,

    Say goodbye to all,
    Because if you die, only we'll mourn,
    Your friends won't stop to save you in war,
    Because they haven't been trained to,

    Come home soon,
    Son, will you die there alone,
    You're too cowardly to take a fool's death,
    We'll adorn you as a hero and smile,

    Sleep restlessly forever,
    Because your memories never rest,
    Your blood-stained hands whisper noisily,
    Of all the good men you've killed today,

    End the war, my boy,
    Cease this endless bloodshed,
    Turn your back on your government, alone,
    I'm proud to wait for my true hero.