-Last two soldiers on the battlefield
Survivors of the war
They aim at one another
As their mothers beg the lord
"If you're listening I'm missing him so somehow bring him home... How Did It Come To This?"
So the soldiers lift their rifles
And their aiming at the head
They think of their first love
Before they take their final breath
And somewhere in the distance
They hear something someone said
"How Did It Come To This?"-
Lyrics belong to The Streetlight Manifesto (The Big Sleep)
"We're really not that different are we?"
This drawing has some really strong sentimental value to me... Bring Our Boys Back Home...