Ghosts of War (I.P.)

Ghosts of War 

Just look at us now 

As we build war memorials 

For those coming home alone 

To remember all those moments 

When their minds broke 

Leaving more than empty shells on the ground 

Where the fallen kissed blood soaked sand.

You wear a poppy and give your pound 

Which means nothing to those left in the ground 

With empy shells 

Littering the deserts 

Like your memorial 

Only we will never forget 

When your Sunday is over 

Ours never ends. 

Soldiers are always Soldiers

Murderers are always killers 

Sinners are never forgiven 

Ghosts are not forgotten 

The stains of war are never cleaned 

Comrades lost will always return 

In our nightmares while we are asleep 

In broad daylight they creep 

Subtle reminders of the lives we keep 

Hidden behind our wall of tears 

That never weep. 

When I look at the children left behind 

I can only breakdown 

And remember the last time I cried 

When all those men who had fought so hard

Lost the life they were fighting for 

And I am left to ask myself like the few who survived 

How can you win a war when you have lost more than you saved 

And the child of my best friend will never see her Daddy again.