Why do we fight
When we don't even know what's right
If none of us believe in war
Then can you tell me what are the weapons for
If the purpose of war is to gain peace
Then why is every war then fought in greed
How can we get rid of all of this hate
If so many refuse to tolerate
We fight day and night
To try to make things right
But we don't even know what's right
Is it right that we fight
Or should we love and show the light
The light of life that once shown so bright
Grows dimmer with every new days morning light
But still we fight both day and night
Never knowing what is right
We all fight in our foolish greed and pride
But tell me, what will any of that matter
When it is your turn to die?