what for?

A young, war-torn soul
On its knees
Utters a silent prayer
Waiting upon the morning breeze

In hopes that it’ll bring with it
Glad tidings of peace
That or the sweet embrace of death
So this endless suffering will cease

Prayers remain unanswered
And days go by so slow
And in the tired light of day
The breeze doth blow

Yet he trusts that the winds will carry
These cries of despair
Will deliver them to his brethren
Who have hearts that can still hear?

In an arid land,
A bottomless well overflowing with tears
Have his brethren died?
Is there nobody out there?

Once a happy family,
A loving one of five
But scars in his reflection remind him
He’s the last one alive

The bombs they boast off destroyed not only buildings
But shattered his spirit too
They not only dismembered his home,
But his humanity through and through

Days in misery, nights cut in pain
In the constant echoes of war
O mankind!
What all this for?!??

Out of your greed for gold
This land you’ve cause to go red
This treasure that you’re digging graves for
Can it raise the dead?

When I was young I heard:
God will help him who helps himself
God be my witness today
I need your help