A line was drawn in the sand.
There was no music, no marching band.
Our young have gone off to fight a war;
they know not what it's about.
They sleep on a strange and distant shore,
while mothers and wives cry and shout.
"War ia game children should play!"
"War is Hell!", others will say.
For them to leave, a time was given.
On that fateful day, the sun has risen.
What shall happen, we'll wait and see.
Who will die, you or me?
The line in the sand was crossed today.
"We didn't start it!", they all did say.
Jets take off with a mighty roar,
as they prepare to drop their bombs of war.
The death toll will grow quite high,
as innocents stand helplessly by.
The armies fight hand-tohand;
All this, for a line in the sand.