Prompt / Lyrics
Born of a promise, a mother’s son, The letter came — his fate begun. No oath he took, no will to fight, Yet orders came to march that night. The bugle cried, the rifles sang, Through fear he marched where echoes rang. He thought of home, his sister’s face, While thunder roared through war’s embrace. What good has war brought through the years? Just silent graves and mothers’ tears. I had no choice, yet hear their screams, They haunt my nights and steal my dreams. His hands bore steel, his heart held fast, He prayed each dawn would be his last. For bodies fell, both friend and foe, And mercy seemed too far to know. A whisper came through smoke and bone, “What good is war when hearts atone?” He saw the truth beneath despair, The ghost of peace hung in the air. What good has war brought through the years? Just silent graves and mothers’ tears. I had no choice, yet hear their screams, They haunt my nights and steal my dreams. He prayed, “O Lord, forgive my hand, I fought for home, not blood nor land.” His tears fell hard on dirt and flame, No victor left to claim his name. The battle stilled, the silence deep, His soul returned where loved ones weep. The war was done, his spirit fair, A broken lad with soldier’s prayer. What good has war brought through the years? Just silent graves and mothers’ tears. I had no choice, yet hear their screams, They haunt my nights and steal my dreams. What good has war brought through the years? Just silent graves and mothers’ tears. I had no choice, yet hear their screams, They haunt my nights and steal my dreams. They haunt my nights and steal my dreams.
Tags
60s psychedelic folk Medium to fast tempo Intense chorus Male singers
Duration
3:47
Instrumental
No
Created
4/11/2026