Matt Currie - Conflict lyrics
[Matt Currie - Conflict lyrics]
Born in the middle of conflict
Your mother died
Giving birth, she whispered 'I love you'
They were her last three words
Your father was strong, but still
Cried for your mum, and through
Teary eyes lifted you high, 'now
It's just me and you, son'
They're calling him a coward 'coz
He wouldn't sign up, so tired
As projectile bombshells erupt and
Retaliation is superseded by love
That's one thing he will never up!
He raised you in a ceasefire
As 5 years passed
It was your first day at school, Dad
Took you to class, he worked hard
So you could have the
Life, he would dream of, free of repression
With a family to lean on!
When you were 8 years old, your Dad bought
You a bike, the wheels were buckled
But you didn't mind!
You tried to steer when he pushed
Lost balance and fell
To the mud, but your Dad didn't help, "Son
You have to pick yourself up"
When you were 12 years old
Your friends were killed by militants
'Dad, why do these people
Murder the innocent?'
'Son, put your head on my shoulder'
'no Dad, I want to fight back, be a soldier
Take control of all our freedom, I promise
You when I'm older
I will fight for the families threatened
By what they told us'
Your Dad raised both arms, put his hands on
Your wrist, and in a monotone voice
He told you this
'I've seen so much war, I've seen so
Much death, I've watched homes get destroyed
Until there was
Nothing left, and through all
Of this conflict, i've
Learned just one thing, if war never ends
Nobody wins
Your mother died
Giving birth, she whispered 'I love you'
They were her last three words
Your father was strong, but still
Cried for your mum, and through
Teary eyes lifted you high, 'now
It's just me and you, son'
They're calling him a coward 'coz
He wouldn't sign up, so tired
As projectile bombshells erupt and
Retaliation is superseded by love
That's one thing he will never up!
He raised you in a ceasefire
As 5 years passed
It was your first day at school, Dad
Took you to class, he worked hard
So you could have the
Life, he would dream of, free of repression
With a family to lean on!
When you were 8 years old, your Dad bought
You a bike, the wheels were buckled
But you didn't mind!
You tried to steer when he pushed
Lost balance and fell
To the mud, but your Dad didn't help, "Son
You have to pick yourself up"
When you were 12 years old
Your friends were killed by militants
'Dad, why do these people
Murder the innocent?'
'Son, put your head on my shoulder'
'no Dad, I want to fight back, be a soldier
Take control of all our freedom, I promise
You when I'm older
I will fight for the families threatened
By what they told us'
Your Dad raised both arms, put his hands on
Your wrist, and in a monotone voice
He told you this
'I've seen so much war, I've seen so
Much death, I've watched homes get destroyed
Until there was
Nothing left, and through all
Of this conflict, i've
Learned just one thing, if war never ends
Nobody wins