I woke up early in the morning thinking to survive
Giving my life but to never be acknowledged for it
Suited politician’s debate on what to do with it
Making decision with my life in their hands
Yet I march on, not for them but for these children
Those that play soldier as innocent little kids
Though many will grow not understanding the courage
Who will understand my struggle, the pain, and strife?
Sharing a bunk with brother death and his cousin Ares
Who will see the reality of living by the gun?
Cause I will watch my bothers in arms die by it
Knowing when I get back home, I’ll receive pats on the back
Minor parades for a small few before we’re all forgotten
History will tell the tales of us nameless soldiers
And life will go on with us fading into the gun smoke
The ultimate fate of a soldier is to be forgotten
When the dust settles and the last bullet is spent
Who will really remember our sacrifice?
But I march on knowing I serve the greater purpose
That’s the meaning of the service and I salute it proudly