Weapons poised and gripped in our hands
We're far from home, encroaching on distant land
We've come to fight, protect and defend
Even if we never come home again
The world is torn with battle cries
We try in vain to save childrens' lives
We bomb and shoot and carry the dead
We work until our legs are lead
The mud slides under our feet
Most of us feel frail as wheat
Our thoughts begin to cloud with doubt
We start to question what this is all about
Why can't we just go back home?
Is the constant, endless moan
But in our hearts we know we must stay
To help these people see another day
Even though war will never end
It's a cyclie battle, but we will pretend
That peace draws near
For you
For me
For us
We will carry on for this sphere,
Earth - our home
