When good men go to war
And the blue sky of paradise
Turns grey with looming fright
When politics ask good men to pick up arms
And they say it is for good reason, honest
This is a fight for our way of life
Our freedom, this is for justice
For our right our honour
Our democracy, right to bare arms
When mothers hug their sons
And send them off to the battle fields
Fearing the dreaded uniformed knock
We lost one, to the rose cottage
Less one from deploring parade
One less on the journey home, empty seats
When good men go to war
And death becomes of innocence
Expect not the same man, to come back home
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