The troops march out
Leaving me to shout
In their foolish despair
Saying my head needs repair
But who'll be right?
When they've lost the fight
And their blood red
Laying there dead.
There is no truce
When minds are loose
And no one thinks
Just lets it sink
I'll smile and cry
For what they tried
But with their hearts
It fell apart
The cause is unjust
Their foolishness seems to be a must