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As countless bloodied men are brought through the door We know they will never be the same as before With crushed limbs and bloodied faces And bullet holes in various places Those images haunt my brain while i sleep The shrapnel inside them so deep Now I rise stomach turning Another day of stitching and burning And watching mens eyes glaze then die I close my eyes and wonder why Must this pointless war go on Please stop this lord it feels so wrong While tears swim in my eyes I blink them down and put on a brave disguise It would not help them to see us weep Cause then there most sacred thoughts might creep Into their faces and eyes And the