(claude s)
In the place that we call home
We always suffer
Many people seldom know
They waste their lives away
What they seem to hold inside
Their tiny fragile hearts
What they seem to whisper turned
Instead into a dream
Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry
The child begins to cry
Something out there calls to me
(can you hear the voices)
My existence can not be
(there has to be a reason)
Always so near me
And always so clear
Always just loud enough to
Tear into my soul
Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry
The child begins to cry
"today, there's no way
We're going to live
Through out these loneliest of times
It fills my empty life"
Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry
(repeat to end)