There once was a town that stood on a hill. And once, all was peaceful And once, all was still. And in this small city The children did play. The town was called Upham, Its future was gray. For on two sides of Upham Two great armies mass, An inevitable conflict Would soon come to pass. These bustling markets And quaint city blocks Shall quickly be replaced With holes and shellshocks. It took less than a day For the chaos to fall. The clash of the titans Becomes a furious brawl. The buildings are shredded As troops pour into the streets The home that was Upham Now violence greets. There stands a great church At the heart of the town. What once was sanctuary Is now bunkered down. The house of their Savior Shields evil no more; Only bullets and fire And terror and gore. Now the children who played here Have grown all too soon. To fight for their homeland They join the platoon. Their youth's been eroded by the fiery flood. In the same fields they played in They now spill their blood. So still here we battle By night and by day. This city has perished. Yet we still must stay. Keep your eyes on the mission, But forget not the cost: Our furious struggle Yields innocence lost.