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“On your knees, son. There’s no protection. So where’s your savior now?” The cold steel pressing Upon a body Who knows he won’t make it out But if he stood right up and looked them in the eyes Would he end his life but keep his pride? And the rain falls on such broken bones The blood flows and the mud never washes off And he prays, “I will stand like the soldier I am I will depart from these bones I will look to the sky with no tears in my eyes Because I will not go alone” The war-torn warrior slowly rose to his feet The soldiers surrounded him and pressed the barrel against his cheek “Look around you, there’s no salvation here!” He closes his eyes now, knowing there is nothing to fear And he prays, “I will stand with open hands I will discard all I know I will put down my guns and there is no need to run I am finally going home” The sky was dark and the moon had rose Silence so thick it could stick to the soldier’s clothes With a steady pose and hard eyes, just before the last light left the sky, he said… “If you run, put your best foot forward But in the end, it makes no difference how hard You try…you will never touch the sky…soldier, look me in the eyes! Every hope every long lost dream of yours Will return to haunt and rip you apart And when your blood-soaked hands tremble in the night…soldier, remember these eyes! So if you run, you will never catch me (Even) If the trigger is pulled and this bullet pierces my body I will still win this fight tonight…so pull your trigger; save my life!” real song at myspace.com/magnoliaboulevard |