• Run my small child
    Run through the bloody fields
    Weave around the dead bodies
    But never slow down
    Beware of the cannons and bullets
    Run until you can't run no more
    Don't cry my small child
    Let me die here
    Slowly and painfully
    Do not worry about me
    You must not let your fate be like mine
    This is why I tell you
    Run, Run, Run
    Until your feet are red and burning
    Until you can no longer hear the cries
    Until the pain slowly fades away
    Be strong and be brave
    Grow up to be a leader
    Ever persistant in your missions
    Restore sanity among the nations
    Make me proud, my child
    But for now just run...