The soldier won, at what value
Seek for old friends once in a bind
We bear rights, the fight won because of you
The ones most needed, you're sure to find

Harvests lost, wine spilled, a battle for brains not brawn
If one sees, through brave eyes,
A soldier fought, with weapons drawn
Tis’ not lost, other than your allies

It’s a cruel world
With friends that turn into our enemies
Where boys turn into men
History will tend to repeat itself again

In God We Trust, but not our friends
Bullet runs through his head
We put trust into those who might be our end
A spy of sorts who wanted him dead

Forever set, a precious moon is lost
The others, thought to have mourned him, with ceremony grand
Falling down from heaven, the devil breathes frost
With a sad melody from the mourning band

A man who put his trust in the rain
Watering the people he grows into diamonds
Waiting to see the rainbow during his pain
His story was cut short, put to an end.