He was a little boy Waiting to became a soldier World was spinning fast Next think in the army Marching in the sand Watching his own soul dying Firing cannonballs Killin in the name of someone (he do it even know)
He was a little boy Waiting to became a soldier World was spinning fast Next think in the army Marching in the sand Watching his own soul dying Firing cannonballs Killin in the name of someone (he do it even know)