Father Time

Must these precious souls be burnt to grey?
When it's our time to waste, yet they waste it away,
Will the darkness of war steal love today?
And if so,
Does it matter that we hope and pray?
Because war infests souls through cold expressionless stares.
Am I the only one who cares?
Or am I all alone and silently scared?
Cause it's sure to get even darker out there,
And if father time knows, do you think he'd share,
Why the good must perish in silenced despair...