asia
the battlefield
the smoke has cleared
silence in sight
the blood lies deep
look from the hills
the valley calls
six hundred fall
a lost to all
someday
somewhere
ever calling
one time
one life
ever falling
and will you remember
the flowers in the fields?
the loss of one so dear
through the mist of lies?
remember
their spirit never dies
out of the skies
and into the green
fuelled by the lies
paid by soul
soldier
hero
well 'uncle sam'
he don't wanna know