the giver
black country communion
i am just a soldier of the free
you know i was once a taker
captured with the evidence
a prisoner in his residence
i wear a coat of armor you can't see
and now i feel the final measure
captured with the evidence
a prisoner in his residence
as i look down from the tower
i see the fields of hope that wait for me
bring the dawn upon the hour
ascending to the sky for you to see
captured with the evidence
a prisoner in his residence
i let my conscience suffer me
and it broke my will somehow
but i won't be took to the bow
i let my conscience suffer me
and it broke my will somehow
but i won't be took to the bow