I am a soldier, a brother, father, son, husband, and man
I was the last of the least left, leaving death in my hands
My head, my heart, my life, my love
I could take a deep breath and breathe death out my lungs
But war songs sung by your young and much more gentler men
Make believe like a war could spill out of their pens
Like when I cornered the first one, before the last of his light
and with a twist of my blade, I wished him goodnight
To my people, I'm pleading, I gave you each and for all
My youth, my truth, my rise, my fall
My blood is yours, just like every stain
on each and every brick, and each and every blade
Like the remains of my brothers, we all end the same
We came from different houses, we had different last names
but that's oath we gave so I hope I served you well
when I stared in his eyes and sent the second to hell
We fight to the beat of your marching drum
We fight in the streets to your father's anthem
To my sister, I miss her but she could not hear the call
When Soldiers we fight, then soldiers will fall
My guilt, her love, my kill, her pain
But my word's my bond or they all die in vain
All the shame and the blame I can not hide away
of the oath we gave to our last dying day, it would say
Death to those who dare curse or defame
My land, like my sister and the third man's head I claimed that day
We fight to the beat of your marching drum
We fight in the streets to your father's anthem
credits
from Exhibit A,
released March 2, 2013
Recorded by Jesse Northey
Written by Steven Foord
Steven Foord: Vocals, guitar, harmonica, Stomp
Kelsey Jespersen: Violin
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