The day, the day of that call
From ministry of defense, that changed it all
Mother, picked up the phone
The silence of the loss, surrounded their home
She said, "Winston my son"
"It's time you were a man now, we've got to move on"
Tears of sorrow in the dark
That painful question, was breaking his heart
How can a man leave the ones he loves?
For duty, for honor, for hand waving flags?
Servants of homeland with abandoned wives
Like orphans their children, parade in their lives
Heroes, war heroes for us
The killers, of fathers, from foreigners' lands
The grief, of children and wives
Covered under tons of political lies
Enemies from both sides
For other people's pockets, they ruin their lives
Why choose? Choose to protect?
Strangers from strangers they never have met?
How can a man leave the ones he loves?
For duty, for honor, for hand waving flags?
Servants of homeland with abandoned wives
Like orphans their children, parade in their lives
How can a man leave the ones he loves?
For duty, for honor, for hand waving flags?
Servants of homeland with abandoned wives
Like orphans their children, parade in their lives
For duty, for honor
For duty, for honor
For hand waving flags
For duty, for honor
Like orphans their children
Parade in their lives
Parade in their lives
Parade in their lives
Parade in their lives
Parade in their lives
