Every time I close my eyes
I see another soldier die.
Sometimes I just sit and ask why,
and sometimes I wonder, when is my time?
No one sees the heart beating within me,
but still I must stand strong.
What kind of world would this be
if we all forget to be an army of one?
Every time I go to sleep these dreams come to me,
and I really don't know what to do.
We know freedom doesn't come cheap
sometimes it takes the lives of one or two.
No one sees the heart beating within me,
but still I must stand strong.
What kind of world would this be
if we all forget to be an army of one?
Everyone knows when one of us dies,
but where has all the good news gone?
If we'd just take the time to stop and see
sometimes it takes our lives to keep the world free.