it's quiet, the snowflakes cover the sun
the big boy buries his memories and a gun
in the backyard, as someone said
"keep their mouth shut and go ahead"
in the morning he'll be a happy guy
with no pressure on his chest, no tears to cry
it's funny to fight the same war
from its very first day and again
to bury the dead like before
then behave like nothing happened
this is so insane
the next day came as a surprise
he felt a little older: tired enough to feel wise
he laid back and lazed the whole day
in the evening he realized he's not ok
some annoying little detail pricked his mind
those eyes he buried the last day
were looking at him from the inside
the horror poured in his blood at once
a scream of a helpless world i heard
and then i saw him bounce