Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. Another headline. Another border crossed. Another mother waiting. Another name lost. Boots in dust, heart in steel, Told what’s wrong and told what’s real. Maps and markers, lines in red, “Advance,” they say — don’t think, just tread. Letters home half-written lies, Bravery framed in borrowed pride. Drums keep beating through the night, Young blood marching toward the fight. He was a son. He was a friend. Now just a story with no clean end. Tell me why does war replay, same old lies in a different way? So many souls are sent to fall, following orders from the call. Missing in action — name erased, for power games by the power-crazed. Why can’t we break this tragic loop? Tell me — why faces fade for a suited group? Trained rhetoric and tailored grin, “Necessary loss to win.” Statistics framed in careful speech, Sacrifice just out of reach. Banners behind the podium shine, Markets rise right on time. “Security,” the keyword said — While someone counts the nameless dead. Signed in ink. Sealed in gold. Lives decided by hands too cold. Tell me why does war replay, same old lies in a different way? So many souls are sent to fall, following orders from the call. Missing in action — name erased, for power games by the power-crazed. Why can’t we break this tragic loop? Tell me — who profits from the troop? In a quiet room, a folded flag, A photo frame, a broken tag. No anthem here, no victory song, Just silence stretching long. If courage lives in saying no, Why is “go” the only show? If history bleeds the same red stain, Why do we rehearse the pain? Faces fade. Names erased. Promises made. Lives displaced. Tell me why does war replay, same old lies in a different way? So many souls are sent to fall, following orders from the call. Missing in action — more than a name, not just numbers in a game. Break this circle, break the group — No more faces lost in a suited loop. Another headline. Another mother. Another war. Just another
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