The Aftermath

Silently to silence fall in the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
In the mud and rain, what are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain, it is worth dying for
Who will take the blame, why did they make a war
Questions that come again, should we be fighting at all
Once a ploughman hitched his team, here he sowed his little dream
Now bodies arms and legs are strewn, where mustard gas and barb wire bloom
Each moment’s like a year, I’ve nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying lie, I’m left alone asking why
In the mud and rain, what are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain, it is worth dying for
Who will take the blame, why did they make a war
Questions that come again, should we be fighting at all
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become
What is at home when the battles are done
After the war and when no one has won
I’m just a soldier