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