Perhaps you think not what you did
Nor of bad or good
Not of the shells that hit the ground
Nor the stands we stood

Perhaps you think not of the hearts
The ones that loved a marriage
Nor of the ones that didn't fit
Like a horse without it's carriage

Perhaps you think of blood lust people
As your killing henchman
Or maybe of the ones that died
Helping in the trenches

Perhaps you think is what we ask
Day in, day out, all day
Perhaps you think not what you did
Nor the price we paid