A Wound and 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