History Boys

Six million souls lost to thin air Are wandering the earth again Lives, not numbers All these ghosts, sons of mothers History is empty arms It`s just one thing after another And slowly we follow behind our boys One day I`ll have a child of my own How will I tell him, oh This world, this world it is a good place How will I hide the fear from my face How do you sleep with all that you`ve done Sending somebody else`s son to die For things no one believes in Saluting your own charade As we line up in this heartless parade