The Mad World

It's crazy how the mad world spins, with all these wars where nobody wins, How can you say the war is won, when someone somewhere is mourning a son? When you wished they could stay, but all we can do is pray Because they're burnin away each new day, before we even have a chance to say Is it really whats best for us? or is this just another way to get rid of the fuss? The leaders they live and laugh, but do they even know the half? The half of what we have to go through everyday, Just wishin and hopin and stoppin to pray, that we make it to the next day. And just when we think that they'll be home soon, They're off again and won't be back till next June. The leaders apologize but under the masks they lie, But its the ones at home who are left to cry. In a million ways they say that it gets better, But then why do we never get a single letter? With a fountain of good sense I know, This isn't the way it should go. We get the pain, they get the power, Our friends and family lay slain, and in the end its bitter.