Sure the stories may be true
but all soldiers arent the same...
Mountains, hills, giants, and endless journeys
The meaningless timber peddling on the sore of my...
The sun
Is shining down on me...
Aren't we all worth it?
Send our soldiers overseas, they'll keep on...
'Why me....
the dream girl...
In these days we are out numbered.
In this way we are always under...
Memories etched in granite,
evoking thoughts...
Each village now all looks the same,
difference how many dead...
Taught and drawn
across a drum...
Soldiers sing a special hymn,
But the confidence has grown very thin...
The flame dancing on the candle flickers,
In the background somebody is crying...
He is allowed
one pair of civilian clothes...