Sand In Your Boots
In the desert heat, the soldiers are on their feet,
Gunfire and Shelling, Aching feet swelling,
Waiting for the time to come, under the burning sun.
Tanks, Artilleries and Jets attack, some of our men don't come back.
Shot down, their screams are drowned, by the booming war deafening sound.
Fighting for a reason? Deserting is Treason.
Stay and fight for your Country that is what they tell me,
Sand in your boots as you sit and cry, Oh why oh why should I die!.
Give peace a chance in this terrible War, and non of our men will die anymore!