Im Crying

Im crying for the mother who lost her only son.
Barely 16 years of age and forced to carry a gun.
A cross the bloody battlefield. Under the raging son.
Im crying for the mother who lost her only son.
Im crying for the father who lost his baby-child.
Mankind carry him of, to work his this cotton field.
Says If you dont mind me boy, I whip you little high .
Im crying for the father who lost his baby-child.
Im crying for the sister who lost her loving man.
Killed him of in the dark of night, hung him from a lamp.
We couldnt see there faces, but we know it was them.
Im crying for the sister who lost her loving man.
Im crying for the brother who couldnt see the light.
Burned down our cornfield, and stole our livestock.
Joined up in a rich mens war, when we know it was a poor mens fight.
Im crying for the brother who couldnt see the light.
Im crying for the mother who lost her only son.
Im crying for the father who lost his baby child.
Im crying for the sister who lost her loving man.
Im crying for the brother who couldnt see the light.
Im crying for the mother
Im crying for the father
Im crying for the sister
Im crying for the brother
Im crying