"Ghosts of the Battlefield"

(Verse 1)
Steel boots on a quiet street,
Heavy hearts and blistered feet,
The war’s behind, but it’s not gone,
Fading faces march along.
(Chorus)
Ghosts of the battlefield, haunting slow,
Memories burn where no one knows,
Eyes wide open, sleep won’t come,
Fighting wars that can’t be won.
(Verse 2)
Home feels strange, the silence loud,
Streets too calm, no roaring crowd,
They talk of peace, but it won’t stay,
The sounds of war don’t fade away.
(Chorus)
Ghosts of the battlefield, haunting slow,
Memories burn where no one knows,
Eyes wide open, sleep won’t come,
Fighting wars that can’t be won.
(Bridge)
Faces flash and voices scream,
Buried deep, yet in between,
Every laugh, every cheer,
Is drowned beneath what’s still so near.
(Chorus)
Ghosts of the battlefield, haunting slow,
Memories burn where no one knows,
Eyes wide open, sleep won’t come,
Fighting wars that can’t be won.
(Outro)
So here they stand, in fields so green,
With haunted minds and sights unseen,
Soldiers home but never free,
Bound to battles that used to be.