It's easier to lick the wounds of war
If the cause was victory done
But for those that found failure
The cost was far too high for regret
That souls forfeited no longer know
For a world filled with what-ifs
Brash, bold feats eagerly retold
Cannot hide remorse gathered
Fostered by the reality of truth
That finds itself in excess drink
For those that commanded men
Their decisions deemed destiny
And guilt for their cherished lives
Forfeited without plausible result
Bring's to heart a cause's plight
To win is to deal with the losses
The realities of war's misfortunes
To lose is to be disenchanted e'er
Eroded by regret if not misplaced
For none win a cause unjust
A game once played as a child
To fight and die again and again
To grow up and find no fun there
To fight and die again and again
Never to win, doomed to defeat