They opened their eyes to a rainy day and even before the thought of sleep had gone away the call to arms was heard, by all of man with butterflies they each stood tall rifles at the ready and with thoughts of home...
and of friends like you
the battle wore on red and cold each side taking losses for one gained and friends and lovers they lay slain and lines they moved on, forward each refusing to forgive
and the sky grew awfully dark
At home she sits alone as tears fall with her eyes on the television set Images of the war sweep across her face the firefight and bomb's light illuminate and her mind is on one man...
and out there in the night he is fighting
Through the smoke and night he picks the flight for each little bird to sing it's song and he pulls the trigger and paints the sky and with a prayer he whispers her name and he hopes to see her face again...
and she is crying
and the rain falls with the shells and the blood And men And friends And lovers
At home she sits alone as tears fall with her eyes on the television set Images of the war sweep across her face The firefight and bomb's light illuminate And on her mind is one man
And the rain falls with the shells and the blood And men And friends And lovers