A soldier leaves the war, but the war never leaves the soldier
not in his youth, or even when he gets older
He will remember the things he has seen in battle, but he will
not tell YOU what, a soldier keeps it locked away never to be
forgot.
So when you see a soldier just remember this, he went away
his mind a fresh, and proberly come back with mind a mess
we can’t help the way we are, and quite often we drift away
with that glazed look in our eyes, we remember those hidden
days.
Those days of young men dying everynight we hear their screams.
Days of young men crying because of things they have seen.
We dread the night when shadows fall and all our memories
come to call. maybe one night we will find some happy times,
happy times to push the shadows away, so we can sleep at
least for one day