A Wound And A Scar

I stand next to an empty grave

Where my friends will lay

I'll put their bodies down

Into their resting place.

Got a purple heart

For a wound and scar

They just send letters home

That broke the families apart.

The paulbearers burden

As heavy as my hearts hurting.

All the pain and guilt

My head is pondering.

Why them and not me?

Why them and not me?

Why?

Did you ever hear that coffin sound?

Means another poor boy is in the ground.

Have you ever heard them church bells toll?

Means another poor boy is dead and gone.

Have you ever heard that coffin sound?

Means another poor boy is in the ground.

The preachers preach, only folded flags

And the mothers mourn, holding folded flags.

Just caskets and folded flags.

Just caskets and folded flags.

No hope, just folded flags.

No hope, just folded flags.

No hope

No hope

No hope

No hope