From the book by Mitch Albom, "The Five People You Meet in Heaven." An excerpt:
"Young men go to war. Sometimes because they have to, sometimes because they want to. Always, they feel they are supposed to. This comes from sad, layered stories of life, which over the centuries have seen courage confused with picking up arms, and cowardice confused with laying them down."
While the days dance on dimes
To reflect the changing of the times
The poets give the score
But no one listens to the rhymes
In the bloody march of war
So many reasons they give for
The massacre of the young
And the starving of the poor
When the high pursuits of man
Seem to be like shifting sand
When the only goal in sight
Is to fire on demand.
Its only when we find God's word
And his voice is finally heard
Maybe then we can make sense
Of all the lines that we have blurred.