eternal spell

My Soldier,
please, come back my home,
I'll do my best to treat your soul.
Just come and lay your tired head
On the pillow in my bed.

Leave far behind your daily fears,
You'll be among your loving dears.
Put aside your dreadful guns,
Fall into my warm, tender arms.

My Soldier said,
"We are defenders.
We aren't able to be surrenders.
You will not see your son's flat ball
And daughter's ripped in pieces doll.
You won't hear howling bombs
And wailing people's loud moans.

I ask, "My Soldier, come back my home,
I'll do my best to treat your soul,
I'll mend your wounds, I'll kiss your scars,
While waiting, I knit socks and scarves.

But any war pays heavy price,
My Soldier lost, he never comes.
I know to my own cost,
My Soldier is my deadly loss.

My Soldier said,
"We are defenders.
We aren't able to be surrenders.
You will not see your son's flat ball
And daughter's ripped in pieces doll.
You won't hear howling bombs
And wailing people's loud moans.