I loved the world when we were poor When winter banged on summer's door When pain was April rain upon my skin I sheltered as each friend was tamed And shackled by the waiting game Now life has left a stain upon my skin Soldier boy, soldier on Your eyes are cold and the spark is gone My blackest days were bandaged white I've prayed upon my darkest night And bible dreams the lives of former who*es I slept beside this angry calm Kept faith alive and far from harm Torn I've lived I'll die a boy stillborn Soldier boy, soldier on Your eyes are cold and the spark is gone They've chosen you to bear the stain For god has left this world bereft And the scars remain The scars remain