(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)