Death

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do
you had me down on my knees
With you
praying for peace
in the midsts of war
though we fight
 there's always more
I'm not sure what we're supposed to say
we both agreed to pray
but with all our words what's left to say?
With night there always comes day
but still we will stay
despite the wounds and hurt
dirt on our shirts
still we will pray...