Where the Heart Lies

                 On the field away from home

            10,000 men stand strong.

            But, yet in all their hearts

            Fear toils playfully.

      In the home down somewhere, far                                                     away

      A family sits in waiting.

       The men fight for peace

       But yet they go to war

       What sense does this make

       When the trumpet of death sounds.

        The horses run

        And the cries of war go forth

        But yet we say we go to war

        In the name of God.

       What sense does this make

       For no God would want war

       In his name or in the name of his family.

       After the battle, the bodies are sent

       To the ones they once loved

       And the surrendered are sent away

       Away from home down below somewhere,

       Where a family sits in waiting.

                                                                                           By Krishna Joshua Chanamolu