We march as the drum sounds from on high
to the sounds of a steel guitar we give our lives
as the lighters become the crowd we lay our heads
down and sigh  an oath we have taken to stand on
guard for you may shade our tired eyes 
 i lead upon the troops as we march to the dark
unforsaken  lands for the enemy has yet to have 
his life in my tired hands.

All the ones we leave behind as the tears are
flowing from a silent goodbye a lasting glance
as the drums slowly sounds i promise to lay my
feet one more time upon the ground and hold you
close as the day comes to an end i will not forget
you all my fallen friends.

The drums have lead me home to a war i know my
father has fought before days and night they
know me more but i can't live in this ugly war
so i walk to the drums again to come home evermore.

My drum is now broken and shattered but the memory
shall live on,,,,,the days i walked to it's beat
as it kept me strong.