Our world is more meaningful moving backwards
Tracing our steps backwards
We’re actually moving forward
Bullets go back into the chamber
The finger is no longer on the trigger
Grave has lost a soldier

Still progressing further backwards
Soldiers march backwards to their camps
Trucks convey them to their barracks
They move backwards to their homes
Kit and keen embraces them with tears smeared faces
To their rooms each moves backwards to unpack
The grave has lost a sea of souls