Title: 1914 [Verse 1] Summer, 1914 The first great war had begun. Trenches carved across the earth, A wound that never seemed to end. More than a million souls Were taken in the very first year, Returning only to the dust. [Verse 2] Inside the darkened trench, A young soldier looked into the sky. "When my service is over, My mother, my sister and I Will open a little bakery." Such a simple dream, So small... So precious. [Bridge] The late summer wind still blew. Cannons echoed far away, While fever slowly stole his breath. When morning came, He never opened his eyes again. [Chorus] If there is a God above, Bless the righteous soul Who only wished to return home. He dreamed of tomorrow, He loved his family, He only wanted to live. Bless him forever. [Verse 3] Yet I remained alive. I still don't know why. A starving man like me survived, While the honest man Was laid beneath the earth. Perhaps... That is what war truly is. [Final Chorus] If there is a God above, Please welcome him home. Where warm bread fills the morning air, Where his mother still waits, Where peace will never end. Forever... Bless his soul.
