Do I or don't I, will I or won't I, live to tell the tale of the soldier in flesh? In here or out there, in fear or not scared. Will it be me, this soldier in red? I'm not the weapon and you're not the war. This isn't Heaven and this isn't what's in store. For the soldier has come to fight, for his general makes the battles right. On this field, with mud and blood, and a book as a shield, the soldier fights for love. Win some or lose some, pick some or choose some. I can't make it change, I'm not the One who saves. Sooner or later, this doom that you've made up, is going to give you away. From the One who died, so you could say, say your peace, in the midst of such great strife. You have a warrior, you are protected, don't give up, it will be better than you ever expected. This soldier fights for love.
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