This is war
A young young soldier
Who wrote a wra supreme
He send it in a closed envelope
while canons flew the sea
The footprints of a soldier
left prints so damn deep
leving marks in his lovers heart
Waking her every night she fell asleep
While he marched with a gun in hand
She made dinner for one
He bitterly shot his enemies down
Not realizing what he'd done
A middle aged soldier
Who had retired from a war
Changed into a different person really
Not like how he was before
His wife refuses to speak to him
His kids don't want to carry his name
In love as a soldier who has killed
Will never return the same
The war supreme that he'd written
Is now covered in blood, he thought
A war veteran isolated and confused
Not knowing for wich cause he'd fought.