The experience with war

In the world of an open fire
There's no place for a million pyres
Hard to live and harder to die
It keeps repeating, I don't know why

Running without a reason
with nowhere to go
Rowing my boat without the flow
The world's gone white
And the Red's below
The blue stars in sky
They've all gone cold
There's no fire, all ever is gone

There's no place ever
You can call your home
No one to sing, there's no one who'd talk
All the voices have gone,
They've all gone blank
There's no one to welcome,
And No one to thank.