I hope this music will comfort someone out there. Thanks to Panu for the wonderful words.

Soldiers and lovers,
the smoke is all around,
heartbroken mothers, children in the ground.

People on the left and right, pray to your God tonight, to forgive this sin, when will it end.

Borderline ambitions, a cause indeed most just, all will be forgotten, long after the dust… has settled on the bodies torn, the uniforms and the medals worn, forgive our sin, when will it end.

Do not doubt our power, or compassion as you grieve, how long ‘til the shining hour, we use it to relieve, the pain and the hunger of the weak and shattered who, trust in sovereign nations, as if their moral aim is true.

Outlaws, politicians, generals & kings, guide us to the battlefields, where they control the strings, when will it end…sending in the warriors, arranging the parade…when will it end…when will it end.

When will it end, forgive our sin, when will it end.