Our Own War - Loudon Wainwright III

Hostilities ended
Nobody cared
Any more for the war
So a truce was declared
So it ends in surrender
Then there's peace at least
Arms are withdrawn
And fire is ceased
To stay in a skirmish
One needs appetite
Two need desire to
Keep up a fight
But when appetites off
And desire is gone
Then the fire is held
And arms are withdrawn
When losses and wounds
Are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched
In the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it
Retreat leads to rout
And then arms are laid down
And the fire goes out
We remember the ones
Who run out of dumb luck
Monuments are erected
And statutes are struck
But we tend to forget
If and when we forgive
That survivors survive
But they never quite live
As for our own war
Yes I recall now
Just what it was like
Our own personal hell
I've forgotten the good times
Heaven's so vague
I remember the battles
Oh how they raged
When losses and wounds
Are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched
In the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it
Retreat leads to rout
And then arms are laid down
And the fire goes out
When losses and wounds
Are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched
In the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it
Retreat leads to rout
And then arms are laid down
And the fire goes out