"What do I know about war?" said the young man to his father The day before he went off to fight "How can you be so sure?" said the young man to his lover As he held her close that night He said "While I'm gone will you be waiting? No one knows the state I'm in. Point me in the right direction." "I shot a man today," wrote the soldier in his letter "And I held his hand as he died. I shouldn't feel ashamed, but he deserved much better. They say it gets easier with time." He said "I'll be back before the winter Battlefields are not my fate Point me in the right direction It's not too late, for me Too late, for me To wonder, "Why is this happening Lives are shattering, And I am to blame." "I can't believe I'm home," said the soldier to his mother But she could not hear him through the tears She said "What happened to the little boy who left us last September? This face looks aged beyond its years" He said "enemies are not the answer, No one knows the state I'm in Point me in the right direction." "What did I learn about war?" said the soldier to a mirror As he watched his innocence fade He said "The fighting has not ended, bombs are still dropping And I can't see the difference that they've made"