As I lay here on the floor
I can't help but wonder whats this life for?
Why am I here; what good can i do
As I lay here on this floor
I can't help but wonder if i go
would I be missed if i left
would they be proud if i did
what good could i do
dressed in army shoes
with gun in hand and blade in other
Dressed in army greens.
could i really keep the peace
to my ears comes the answer
I'll stand before my father and mother
I'll defend these people, this state, this country...
I will go, I can do good with that rifle
Only fears when i go
will I be missed...
will they be proud...
will I be remembered...