Even In Victory

I rein in my horse, and turn to follow the others
But wait, what's that?
Over the sound of victory, flowing through my land
I hear the mourning, crying for their loss
A pang of guilt shoots through me
As I realize what I've done
With our gain I've caused many people pain
With a victory, there always comes a loss
With our rejoices, if we listen
We can hear the people crying
As I ride through the lands I have newly gained
All people do is glare and close their doors
For I've taken something away from them
That I fear I cannot replace
Their husbands, their sons, their uncles, their brothers
Now what have I done? These people were innocent.