Young Soldiers know joy when there is no wartime to be had.
For They have no reason to be sad.
No soldier is young, no solder has joy once they've learned the lesson of war.
For once the blood of another is spilt.
Their sorrow and torment are built.
For the lesson, they had learned in a time of war.
Is that to be an old solder another had to become a dead soldier.
To bury our young and to burry old.
There is no joy to be had in a time of war.