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War for the Ones Who Never Bleed is about the painful truth that the people who decide wars are rarely the ones who fight them. The song follows a soldier who begins to question why ordinary young men are sent to die for leaders who stay safe and powerful.

Throughout War for the Ones Who Never Bleed, the narrator looks at war through faith, asking Jesus why the poor and the humble are often the ones forced into battles they never chose. While soldiers and families suffer, powerful leaders continue their lives untouched.

The song ultimately reflects a moral struggle: it questions war, power, and injustice while seeking answers from Jesus about why humanity keeps repeating this cycle.

Boots on dust, names erased
Same old war, new young faces replaced

Jesus, tell me why men die
For flags they never chose, under someone else’s lie
Boys from farms, boys from streets
March out to war like sacrificial meat
They don’t know the men they’re told to kill
But the orders come down, and they swallow the pill

I’ve seen generals shake rich hands
While sending strangers to foreign lands
Men who dine together in suits of gold
While soldiers freeze in trenches cold
They know each other, feast and smile
But send the poor to die by the mile

War ain’t justice, war ain’t fate
It’s a business deal signed by the great
A contract sealed by blood not theirs
A quiet profit behind closed chairs
And every grave that fills the sand
Is dug by a stranger’s trembling hand

Jesus, You said “Blessed are the meek”
But the meek get dragged into wars they don’t seek
They carry guns for men of throne
Fight for borders they don’t own
And when they fall, the papers say
“They died heroes”
Just to end the day

Strangers die for strangers’ greed
While kings stay safe in word and deed
War is a deal the poor don’t choose
A game the rich refuse to lose
Jesus, tell me what You see
Cause none of this looks right to me

I’ve watched mothers bury sons
While leaders shake hands when the killing’s done
Not a scratch on the ones who speak
Only graves growing week by week
If hell has rooms for human crime
War will fill them every time

Strangers fall for someone’s gain
While rulers never taste the pain
War is a lie dressed up as law
A beast that feeds on bones and awe
Jesus, tell me when it ends
Cause men keep dying for their friends’ rich friends

War kills the ones who never met
For men who dine and never sweat