Who are these men who would leave
To storm the gates of hell’s domain?
Who are these who don't grieve
For their brother’s wounds and pain?
For the sound of a thousand feet
That march to the beat of a drum
With the bitter taste of defeat
Bringing lonely soldiers back home.
Where are the girls of the neighborhood
Whose loves were lost at sea?
Where are those who died in foreign lands
Who hung on a forsaken tree?
They come from long lines of soldiers
Whose solemn duty was fulfilled;
And their blood lay silent on the ground
When the enemy had killed.
Where are the boys dressed in blue
Who flew when their eyes were blind?
Did God bless this awful mess
That was created by mankind?
Who are the warriors destined to fail
Who rode with the cross to die?
Will they go down in history
Did their mother's cry?
Who are these who would fight us now
Has their purpose been concealed?
Only with the dark hands of time
Will the reason be revealed.