Soldiers sing a special hymn,
But the confidence has grown very thin;
To fight a fight when the moral lines are dim,
Obey your leader or do you listen to Him,
The Lord, your Almighty, has probably grown very grim.
Shooting people, not a pleasant task,
The ugliness is stretching out, and it's reach is vast;
Watching children die, holding back tears,
This soldier must endure, no matter his fears,
Do his duty, and no questions are asked.
They do this for your country, and we are all very proud,
The soldiers struggle so that we can have that Freedom Shroud,
But when he/she make it home again,
Can they live with their sins;
And when they reach the celebration, will they be alone in a crowd?
