Onwards!

I was born into trouble son

trouble is the game we play

suddenly pounding at the back of my head

and I finally found a way

Black feet proven on their endless roam

howling on the chosen way

I ve been crawling on

for a destined life

and finally you want to say

Oh...

I am getting closer to the end

I hold on to the back of my gun

waiting for the chosen day

Forward we march - until we meet again

a different life all the same

I try to run to you

and still walk away

I have come to follow you

as I try to follow

you turn away

What do you do when war comes back for you?