an iron tear, I'm tryin' to find His soul has wandered trough years of despair Eyes without expression told to beware For soldiers of fortune have searched low and high To find they've forgotten
[Narrator] - "A long time ago in an era almost forgotten by the gods, there were two kingdoms: Claymored, famous for its sharp-edged tools and Fhalkior
open But his neighbor left it out Long forgotten wounds break open I can't help you watching out I have seen no sign of life Hey, you soldier, spare
He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot And goodness knows he didn't want a lot He sent a note to Santa for some soldiers and a drum It broke his
Almost forgot Started to say Rode into the sun Asked everyone Hallelujah Pretty Mary K I found faith in the infirmary There's a soldier lyin' in bed
mighty roar the big jet soars above the canyon streets And the con men con but life goes on for the city never sleeps But to an old forgotten soldier
true love of mine. War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions. General order their soldiers to kill. And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
, never a letter I get no letters in the mail I've been forgotten, yes, forgotten Oh how I wonder, how is it I failed Now I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier
The brave turkish soldiers were horrified By seeing so much luxury and sadism The ancestral howls Praising the name of unknown god Chilled their blood
the pround son of proud fathers, the feared and fearless me soldier of harmageddon, I was born to fly free now they see a wasted resource, I'm banished
another party with a water glass And I sit on all your actions it's a birthing game And I'll bet he needs a shower 'cause he's just like me And the soldiers
time Well I could hear the music drifting over the dunes It sounded like a weddina?? on the beach I Figured Ia??d take a closer look Had nothina?? better to do Yes I forgot
In any Friday night honky tonk Anywhere they got cold beer and a band And a dance floor packed with bikers, truckers Lookers, soldiers, outlaw lovers
he's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a saracen's hull From the safety of his living room chair Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
place sure looked different, in 1968 When he traveled with mom, first time on a plane To visit some kin, he?s forgotten their names But he remembers the soldiers
, rosemary and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause They've long ago forgotten
years in Iraq. So...we're done in Baghdad we killed enough people." -Iraq Veteran Yeah! Bring 'em home! Yeah! Yeah! Bring 'em home! Come On! Come On! Soldier soldier
, oh no Seventeen months of wondering why She forgot to send her thoughts Was all he got instead, oh no Her soldier in a box, he's mighty lonely Soldier