In your eyes there’s a darkness
It wasn’t there before
Midnight guns and cordite
Ever since you went to war
You were chosen for battle
And we fight back the tears
All that’s left is the memory
Of a soldier without fear

 

To spend the time and continue
It slowly drives you mad
The love you gave to your children
The best they ever had
Here at home with the anger
Is Jekyll or Hyde makin’ moves?
Is it Dillinger? maybe, or Joe DeRita?
Hiding in our little boy’s room

 

Winter winds are blowing
Colours in the spring
Warm breezes are for summer
And autumn turns again
Our world is a statue so frozen
With broken arms and pallid hands
Can’t quell our many Midnight Soldiers
From falling in the sand

 

You were chosen for battle
And we fight back the tears
All that’s left is the memory
Of a soldier without fear
All that’s left is the memory
Of a soldier without fear