[Chorus: Dominique Andrade]
This undying love in my heart
Held captive by the fact that we’ve been torn apart
Although I know there’s no letting go
I’m still alone
A still depone
Bemoan to fill my soul
[Verse 1: Harris Stang]
The drummer boy
Still drumming and marching
I’m humming the trumpets are gone and departed
I’m feeling brave-hearted
And hazed by the violence
‘Cause my senses tell me this war is childish
At home where my mind slips
At home where my child sits beside my wife
Besides this fight
They’ve been on my mind since the instant I left
Just to think that I left
To help
To fight
While the health of my wife wasn’t at best
A rhinovirus infected her chest
She says that it’s less
She stressed that it’s best that I go and protect
And do what I must
We discussed then a thrust of entrust hit me stern
Unconcerned now
Man of house my son had now earned
So I turn to the road
To a journey unknown
All I know is the goal is return to my home
So I march to the valley of death with no fear
My sword, my shield
A lock of her hair
Proper luck I keep tucked in a spot of my gear
My paths locked
I ask God
If this would end tragically
Please watch over my family
I can accept my fate
Based upon how far you’ve taken me
If my wife can feel the pain and grieve
Then have a saint
Take my seed
This undying love in my heart
Held captive by the fact that we’ve been torn apart
Although I know there’s no letting go
I’m still alone
A still depone
Bemoan to fill my soul
[Verse 1: Harris Stang]
The drummer boy
Still drumming and marching
I’m humming the trumpets are gone and departed
I’m feeling brave-hearted
And hazed by the violence
‘Cause my senses tell me this war is childish
At home where my mind slips
At home where my child sits beside my wife
Besides this fight
They’ve been on my mind since the instant I left
Just to think that I left
To help
To fight
While the health of my wife wasn’t at best
A rhinovirus infected her chest
She says that it’s less
She stressed that it’s best that I go and protect
And do what I must
We discussed then a thrust of entrust hit me stern
Unconcerned now
Man of house my son had now earned
So I turn to the road
To a journey unknown
All I know is the goal is return to my home
So I march to the valley of death with no fear
My sword, my shield
A lock of her hair
Proper luck I keep tucked in a spot of my gear
My paths locked
I ask God
If this would end tragically
Please watch over my family
I can accept my fate
Based upon how far you’ve taken me
If my wife can feel the pain and grieve
Then have a saint
Take my seed
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