I loved the world when we were poor,
When winter banged on summer's door
And pain was April rain upon my skin.
I sheltered as each friend was tamed
And shackled by the wedding game,
Now life has left this stain upon my skin.

Soldier boy, soldier on
Your eyes are cold and the spark has gone.

My blackest days were bandaged white I prayed upon my darkest night,
And bible dreams the lives of former whores.
I slept beside this angry calm, kept faith alive and far from harm,
Torn I've lived, I'll die a boy stillborn.

Soldier boy, soldier on
Your eyes are cold and the spark has gone.
They've chosen you to bear the stain
But God has left this world bereft and the scars remain.

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