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Silently the silence falls
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were as soldiers bled
War horse and war machine
Curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should
Mixed in the dirt our brothers′ blood
In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for?
Is it worth the pain?
Is it worth dying for?
Who will take the blame?
Why did they make a war?
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all?
Once a plowman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little dream
Bodies, arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbed wire gloom
Each moment's like a year
I′ve nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying lie
I'm left alone asking why
In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for?
Is it worth the pain?
Is it worth dying for?
Who will take the blame?
Why did they make a war?
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all?
After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become?
After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become?
What is it for when the battles are done?
After the war I think no one has won
I'm just a soldier
After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become?
After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become?
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Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris, Janick Gers, Blaze Bayley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
