On the sands of the desert there are tears shed tonight

Loneliness hangs in the air

Fear is felt deep but kept out of sight

As weakness can lead to despair

God is kept busy with prayers from strangers

Not knowing which ones to ignore

You must silently suffer and accept the dangers

When you're caught in the midst of a war.

It takes two generations to damp down the hate

That a few weeks of war can provide

Lifetimes will pass until we stop to relate

The exploits of the heroes who died

Then we'll help to rebuild what we've helped to destroy

The same way we've done it before

But it's vague the elation and short lived the joy

That you feel at the end of a war.

The sands of the desert will soak up the blood

A warm wind will cover the dead

Gravestones will stand where the soldiers once stood

With brave soldier dreams in their heads

And it'll just be remembered as the scene of a battle

Like Waterloo or Agincourt

A date in the history books, a memory and that'll

Be all that is left of the war.

A date in the history books, a memory and that'll

Be all that is left of the war.