Lyrics

In the shadow of the desert, where the scorpions roam,
Underneath the silent moon, I've been far from home.
Laden with the weight of choices, no man should have to bear,
In the name of justice, I’ve journeyed through the flare.

The echo of my footsteps, on foreign burning sands,
With brothers by my side, we forged freedom with our hands.
The specters of our battles, they linger in my soul,
A darker shade of honor, a price to pay for the role.

**Chorus:**

Oh, my heart’s been a soldier, in the land of the brave,
But when the dust settles, it’s so hard to save.
For every promise of freedom, was a promise untold,
I traded my innocence for illusions of gold.

**Verse 2:**

From the jungles to the mountains, ghosts whisper my name,
Every face in my memory, are the lives I cannot claim.
In the night I see their shadows, in the mirror, my own eyes,
The burden of survival, the guilt of their cries.

I fought for a banner, I believed would never fall,
But now I see the coffers, filled to heed the raven's call.
Our blood wrote their ledger, our tears washed the stain,
But the price of our sacrifice, was it all in vain?

**Chorus:**

Oh, my heart’s been a soldier, in the land of the brave,
But when the dust settles, it’s so hard to save.
For every promise of freedom, was a promise untold,
I traded my innocence for illusions of gold.

**Bridge:**

In the corridors of power, where the ink and money flow,
Is the life we gave to save worth the secrets they sow?
For each medal I have worn, is there blood on my hands?
While the ones who sent us fight with paper demands.

**Verse 3:**

And now the storms are quiet, yet the winds they never cease,
The heart of a warrior seeks an elusive peace.
For the ones we laid to rest, for the tears that we shed,
We hold the line for freedom, through what was never said.

**Outro:**

So, tell me dear homeland, what was the cost?
When gave you our best, did you count what we lost?
I walk with a shadow, it's my story to unfold,
For in my soldier's heart, I carry a soul that's bold.

Oh, my heart’s been a soldier, in the land of the brave,
But when the dust settles, it’s so hard to save.
For every promise of freedom, was a promise untold,
But maybe someday, the truth will be gold.