CHURCH BELLS

            CHURCH BELLS
How do I tell you what it's like every day,
to remember men who for our freedom did pay.
I remember their faces I remember their names,
I feel that the war has wrapped me in chains.

I'm unable to move and sometimes to breathe.
There seems no end to how much I grieve.
I knew them all well they were brothers to me.
How can I forget there's the problem you see.

I'm told to forget walk away and move on.
Whoever said that never knew John.
They didn't know Tommy, Brian or Frank.
They have no idea just who they should thank.

Thank for their freedom, thank for their lives,
thank for their families and their job besides.
The very best men that I ever met,
lost their lives over there I'm so full of regret.

I regret that I witnessed what happened that day.
Because of it all I continue to pay.
War isn't cool or an honorable thing.
War just gives a reason for church bells to ring.