No Faith

It can be heard

In every man, every bullet, every shell

In every word, ink and pen

Every family torn, every post marked stamp wishing them well

I'm a man of no faith

But I'm familiar with hell

It can be seen

On every kid scared to death

The wear and the pain on their face

We march on into snow, into rain

Our friends and our holes and our early graves

I'm a man of no faith

But I'm familiar with hell