In a war, no one really wins.
The battle just ends, but they've lost their friends.
Fighting for a life, trying to make it right,
but who all is it for?
For the good man who went to war?
And when the battle just begins,
so many lives are taken.
And by the middle, it still hasn't died down
the only thing dead is a soldier on the ground
You just want to win, to see this through
But with the lives you've taken,
the hearts, you've removed