"This is a very strange land, for as long as I've been 
here I have yet to see a child, where are the children?"

Decorate the walls
 with the pellet holes of bullets.
Nothing left but death,
 seen all there is through it's
6 yr. old eyes, 
 seen centuries worth of tragedy. 
      (6 yr. old eyes)
Paid a high price for a life
 that did not come with satisfactory.
      (6 yr. old eyes)
Baptized by the streets,
 so who gives a flip about schoolwork.
Their tests show he's slow
 yet smart enough to know a beat down hurts.
      (6 yr. old eyes)
See blistered fist tell the story
 of a battered body well.
      (6 yr. old eyes)
See we're dying to get to heaven
 because today we dwell in an earthly hell
full of scraped of knees
 from broken concrete dreams
and body counts 
 that even 'nam hasn't seen.
      (6 yr. old eyes)
See where parks have been turned
 into battlefield ground,
yet it really doesn't matter
 there are no children around.
Just 6 yr. old eyes
 that's seen centuries worth of tragedy.
A veteran of war 
 trapped in a child's body.