the soldier

Shapes in the mind of a far away soldier

Scroll and rewind every reel of his life

As an enemy marksman just half a mile over

Chambers the cartridge, adjusting his sights

Day turns to night for this far away soldier

Alone in the darkness with ghosts from his past

Simply turning back time

Would not vanquish the Trojans

We each walk the line that our destiny casts

I can remember that once in our lifetime

We burned like the embers, as lovers on fire

Eyes full of memories sublime and delirious

Carried along by the thrill of our lives

Flames reaching out ebb and flow like the ocean

Dancing and spiraling into the black

Falling to earth without sound or commotion

The Mother of life takes her beloved back

Time, hope and tenderness, fall by the wayside

We yearn for the laughter

Through tear stained eyes

Lies, love and envy at times much too serious

Battered and torn by the will of the tide

Closes his eyes, with his dreams for a moment

Cradled at peace as the centuries pass

If he wakes up to find he might do it all over

Would he have the sense to know

When to turn back?

When to turn back

When to turn back

Time, hope and tenderness, fall by the wayside

We yearn for the laughter

Through tear stained eyes

Lies, love and envy at times much too serious

Battered and torn by the will of the tide

Closes his eyes, with his dreams for a moment

Cradled at peace as the centuries pass

If he wakes up to find he might do it all over

Would he have the sense to know

When to turn back?

When to turn back

When to turn back