A Wound and a Scar

I stand next to an empty grave
 Where my friends will lay
 I'll put their bodies down
 Into their resting place.
 Got a purple heart
 For a wound and scar
 They just send letters home
 That broke the families apart.
 The paulbearers burden
 As heavy as my hearts hurting.
 All the pain and guilt
 My head is pondering.
 Why them and not me?
 Why them and not me?
 Why?
 Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
 Means another poor boy is in the ground.
 Have you ever heard them church bells toll?
 Means another poor boy is dead and gone.
 Have you ever heard that coffin sound?
 Means another poor boy is in the ground.
 The preachers preach, only folded flags
 And the mothers mourn, holding folded flags.
 Just caskets and folded flags.
 Just caskets and folded flags.
 No hope, just folded flags.
 No hope, just folded flags.
 No hope
 No hope
 No hope
 No hope