When the war was done it was not over
When the war was done it was not over
For anyone who lived there or anyone who fought there
For those who came back home it was not over
When the war was done there still was screaming
By those trapped in a hell of endless grieving
When bodies were ripped apart
Tortured minds and shattered hearts
When the war was done it was not over
Veterans left to wonder why
Kids who cannot laugh or cry
Life and treasure gone to waste
Once more the human race disgraced
There is no beauty in the bloody sand
There is no beauty in the gunman’s hand
Nor rotting weapons in the sun
No real victory no not one
Veterans left to wonder why
Kids who cannot laugh or cry
Life and treasure gone to waste
Once more the human race disgraced
When the war was done it was not over
For anyone who lived there or anyone who fought there
For those who came back home it was not over
When the war was done it was not over
For anyone