Sometime ago I went to war
But not a war for me
Because my job to sit and watch
Report what I could see

Serbs, and Croats, Bosnians too
The things they did unkind
I struggled each and every day
It tore apart my mind

To see young children suffering
Was just too much for me
I see those children every day
They cry so vividly

To be at war but not at war
Tis the very worst of things
I hate that I was tied by law
To watch those sufferings

Now times a healer so they say
That's simply so untrue
Those memories are still so clear
I'm glad it wasn't you

Now when I joined up long ago
I didn't have a clue
I thought I would defend our land
Protect the things we do

Now when I hear a child scream
For want of better things
It tears my soul, and rips my gut
For the flashbacks that it brings