The Result of War

This world is not ours,
No matter how much we try.

There will always be something,
Trying to take it from us.

You can't deny it,
No matter how much we try it.

We can't stop the war,
For its stuck to the floor.

The world's people are dying,
The world's children are crying.

We've fought for seven years,
For that we can't shed no tears.

We try to stop it,
But it like a drug that won't let us drop it.

We try to run,
But it like our sun.

We try to end it,
But we just can't mend it.

We try to stop it,
Finally, we just drop it.