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Healing the Wounds of WarIt came the day they went to townWhere the rebel men had held their ground He sold his son for a bag of maize And prayed to God for him to be saved Forced to march under orders Drug-fuelled minds running wild Despite their age they look much older Fight as a soldier, die as a child Healing the wounds of war So they will bleed no more Came the day of his escape From rebellion, corruption, murder, rape Forced to march under orders Rebel force running wild In uniform they look much older Fight as a soldier, die as a child Healing the wounds of war. |