Scars that fade
But the damage is made
Although I’ve paid
More damage is made
They don’t have first aid
So I just prayed

Now my bed has been made
Dug with a spade
I can hear the raid
I’ve been betrayed
I’m so afraid
I should have stayed
It feels like a trade
Made with a blade

All the soldiers swayed

Scars that fade
But the damage is made
Although I’ve paid
More damage is made
They don’t have first aid
So I just prayed