To War He Goes It's Tuesday night and off he goes, Down and down towards south shores, He rides with a ticket and a pack sustain, I cry inside but outside refrain. My younger, a man I admire, A boy of knowledge, strength and much more to inspire, His eyes are hard and his hands glimmer, To know he knows he'd long to be with her. My mother sobs, my father holds, We wait in anguish to see just what unfolds, He's off to fight, to fight he will go, I hope he returns from the place on the shore. To fight with men who know nothing of war, To visit a place that is the banishment of law, To rid the world of an evil madness, To kill the enemy that could not care less. My brother embarks on his great adventure. Here I stay, to moan, to argue to lecture. But so I know the courage he will hold, And so we wait for the story to unfold.