Innocence lost

A thousand faceless soldiers Marching on the rubble of the city that once stood so proud and tall A thousand faceless soldiers Marching through the place that now holds no more hope for anyone at all. The people who once lived here turn to flee, There is nothing left to fight for now, as far as thay can see, The beauty destroyed by bullets and by fire, How much will it cost to rebuild their desire? And a little boy runs through the cold and frost, Crying with terror, All innocence lost, Filled with confusion,fear and rage, Oh what a way to come of age.