sorrow

He lies on a field
And the grass is blood-red
His opened-eyes looks
In nowhere

His little arms touch 
The fresh grass under him
And a moonlight so bright
As it used to be

He was the only child He was loved for his smile
But his smile is blood-red
And his opened-eyes dead   And the story is sad
And it's fully of tears
Of his old mum and dad
When they find him on the field Exploded by the mine That lie here for long
From the time when here was The great war The great war...