I loved the world when we were poor
When winter banged on summer's door
When pain was April rain upon my skin
I sheltered as each friend was tamed
And shackled by the waiting game
Now life has left a stain upon my skin

Soldier boy, soldier on
Your eyes are cold and the spark is gone

My blackest days were bandaged white
I've prayed upon my darkest night
And bible dreams the lives of former whores
I slept beside this angry calm
Kept faith alive and far from harm
Torn I've lived I'll die a boy stillborn

Soldier boy, soldier on
Your eyes are cold and the spark is gone

They've chosen you to bear the stain
For god has left this world bereft
And the scars remain
The scars remain