Our Own War

Hostilities ended

Nobody cared

Any more for the war

So a truce was declared

So it ends in surrender

Then there's peace at least

Arms are withdrawn

And fire is ceased

To stay in a skirmish

One needs appetite

Two need desire to

Keep up a fight

But when appetites off

And desire is gone

Then the fire is held

And arms are withdrawn

When losses and wounds

Are grievous and gory

When the battle is pitched

In the field there is glory

When hearts just aren't in it

Retreat leads to rout

And then arms are laid down

And the fire goes out

We remember the ones

Who run out of dumb luck

Monuments are erected

And statutes are struck

But we tend to forget

If and when we forgive

That survivors survive

But they never quite live

As for our own war

Yes I recall now

Just what it was like

Our own personal hell

I've forgotten the good times

Heaven's so vague

I remember the battles

Oh how they raged

When losses and wounds

Are grievous and gory

When the battle is pitched

In the field there is glory

When hearts just aren't in it

Retreat leads to rout

And then arms are laid down

And the fire goes out

When losses and wounds

Are grievous and gory

When the battle is pitched

In the field there is glory

When hearts just aren't in it

Retreat leads to rout

And then arms are laid down

And the fire goes out