the copper shades of a morning
distant lights beckon & fade
battlesongs of another day
is this to you, the perfect pace?
the look of sorrow on a sufferer face
my rifle in my hands, we charge hand in hand
as i cursed the worlds i longed to save
why is it i dont feel the same?
my ended boyhood is to be blamed
for heaven is different for you and me
and heaven is,
what some of us will never see
we are all in the gutter
but some of us are looking at the stars
we are all men of the national army
and all of us, get bleeding scars
