She was born on a moonless night
In a shed with only candle-light
In a land hit hard with famine and with war
Yet she was treasured
Beyond measure
And grew to be a lovely child of four
Her blue eyes sparkled like no other
Her auburn hair curled like her Mother's
And all adored her tinkling laugh and gentle ways
Until one night
In a senseless fight
A lead-filled feud put an end to her earthly days
She was just another casualty
A senseless loss, killed casually
In a world where the meaning of sacred is lost
Ashes and dust are waiting
In this lovely place we're creating
And I fear we underestimate the cost
**
She had seen so many days
And wandered paths in many ways
Always trying to help each soul she met
Her wrinkled face
Held a special place
To those who knew they'd never repay the debt
All she asked was kindness passed
In the hopes that someday the trend might last
And love and caring would live in many hearts
But then one night
In headlights bright
Her life was lost in the path of some drunk's car
She was just another casualty
A senseless loss, killed casually
In a world where the meaning of sacred is lost
Ashes and dust are waiting
In this lovely place we're creating
And I fear we underestimate the cost
**
He had travelled round this world
And seen such majesties unfurled
He wished to recreate the glory he found
With a feather-light touch
And his inspired paint-brush
He gave birth to the most lovely art around
A quiet soul, his passionate fire
To show people beauty, his only desire
And bring to their lives some excitement and joy
Until one night
Some country's fight
Dropped a bomb and obliterated this gentle boy
He was just another casualty
A senseless loss, killed casually
In a world where the meaning of sacred is lost
Ashes and dust are waiting
In this lovely place we're creating
And I fear we underestimate the cost
**
Most live their lives so pointlessly
Wandering blindly, aimlessly
A million peons forsaking life for lust
Never reaching
and forget teaching
Just passing time until they turn to dust
**
They were just unending casualties
They lived and died so casually
In a world where the meaning of sacred was lost
Ashes and death were waiting
In the nothing they continued creating
And how sad, that they never even knew the cost.
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