The little creatures run in from the cold,
back to the nest just like the days of old.
There in the safety of a mother's arms
the warmth of ages far away from harm again
No one wins, it's a war of man.
No one wins, it's a war of man.
D: 0 0 7 7 7 7
Dm7: 0 0 0 5 6 0
