When the fog of war has settled
And the fog of peace sets in
Let the wounds never heal
Like the rust on our steel
To remind us of our sin
When held by our mothers in arms
And shadow of death turns oblique
Let us fall on the blade
Of the blood we betrayed
When we turned the other cheek
When we strip away the armor
To boil our skin in the bath
Let us not look away
From the mirror that day
Lock eyes with the golden calf
As the wicked gathered in daylight
And trumpeted their intent
We cried Never Again
And shook their hand
And asked them what they meant
I fear neither bullets nor shrapnel
I’m not haunted by the dead
We’ve triumphed before
Over fog of war
It’s the fog of peace I dread
