Lost Boys
by: "Eponine"

When they were young, they played chase and war
And they all learned what guns are for
If they fell, they got up and cried
And ran to their loving mother’s side

What changed from those lost days of fun?
Now the battle’s over, and we know who won
This revolution has taken them from their home,
And placed them on the barricade - to die alone.
It’s not a game anymore, as they have learned.
They’re gone forever, the table’s turned.
They now know what guns are for -
Death and loss - the spoils of war.

They’ve fallen, but do not awaken
The toll is higher of whom Death has taken
They’re hurt, but do not run to their mothers’ side
Instead they lie there, where they have died.

Gone as fast as they were here,
No memory now but a longing tear,
And yet somewhere a child will still play chase and war
And learn exactly what guns are for.