Flowers are growing to honor their names.
Victims of warfare addressed with " NO NAME. "
Thousands of soldiers in pieces, unknown. Did never return to their family homes.

Who's in charge of all those men who died so far from home?
The Government with speeches to honorees the fallen ones?
Who's in charge of all those parents living all alone?
They worried night’s days and prayed to God: "Please bring him home."

Crises among us, the war in the Gulf. Political struggling will always go on.
Turn on the news; it's the same everyday. Killing and fighting, the world is insane!

Who's in charge of all those men who died so far from home?
The Government with speeches to honorees the fallen ones?
Who's in charge of all those parents living all alone?
They worried night’s days and prayed to God: "Please bring him home."

Bound to die. Soldiers. Killing time, fighting for their land.
Hail their flag, proudly. March in lines, guns prepared in hands.

SOLO.

Who's in charge of all those men who died so far from home?
The Government with speeches to honorees the fallen ones?
Who's in charge of all those parents living all alone?
They worried night’s days and prayed to God: "Please bring him home."

Flowers are growing to honor their names.
Thousand of soldiers, addressed with " NO NAME"
Victims of warfare who fought for their flag,
Did never return when they fought for their land.

Who's in charge of all those men who died so far from home?
The Government with speeches to honorees the fallen ones?
Who's in charge of all those parents living all alone?
They worried night’s days and prayed to God: "Please bring him home."

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