The Vietnam War

When the trees stand in pride,
All arise to the coming light.
When the soldiers stand to fight,
All arise to capital pride.

When the lion rips its prey,
All the horror the prey screams and bleeds.
When the soldiers fight and prey,
All the pain as they die in vain.

When the deers all gather to fight,
To bring down the king from its throne.
When the people gather tonight,
Stop the war and bring the fighters home!

As the rain pours down with merciless rage,
Sorrow to those that are going to fade.
They weep as the soldiers slowly fade,
The government fails to provide them aid.