War is a drug
killing is a cure
My death is not enough
to heal the world from war . . .
My dear son,
People will call you
a son of a hero
who died for the country . . .
I’m knocking on Heaven’s door
Don’t know whether they let me in
One day you will meet me there
I may hug you tightly
to show my love
which I never had a chance
To feel the moments I lost
to share as dad and son . . .
