The war was over but we were still battling
Fighting the doom darkness in our Souls
Like an Ancient steam ship hurtling
Towards the Bamuda or waterfalls

We had lost the best of our youth
Warring for something that wasn't
The world brought down her wrath
For a lot had changed and hadn't

Some had lost eyes, others vision
We fought to protect the reign
Without any solid reason
And our lives washed to the drain

We fought for what we believed
And healed or not some of us lived