burn bright red! Sorrow this living sorrow Throw it away and make a beginning All the color will go into the earth float away you proud living soldiers
to be What I'm destined to be (woooahhhh) I done been through the pain and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier
like Mike I'd rather be like Christ so at the end, I'll see bright lights (Like Christ, bright lights) I save a prayer for the fallen soldiers Too many
'm waisted and stressed You will always lead my way Write about the sorrow (We're ready for tomorrow) I propose a toast for my brave Kwan soldiers I'
I lay alone awake at night Sorrow fills my eyes But I'm not strong enough to cry Despite of my disguise I'm left with no shoulder But everyone wants
easy to imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow
Far away from friends and loved ones 'Midst the storm, a soldier lay Gathered 'round him all his buddies Raised his head, we heard him say There's a
my way All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with pain Around my way Around my way Around my way All the corners filled with sorrow
Actin' like they don't bleed We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite So I'ma drown in my own sorrows
' like they don't bleed We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite So I'ma drown in my own sorrows
by the sword These here are strange days and we here are strong We live by the sword and we die by the slug This here is war and this here is love Soldiers
back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him its over now cant hold a child mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now baby hold your tears
wanna go to What... [Chorus] You don't wanna go to war with us My niggas be too dangerous You don't wanna go to war with these Soldier boys we bout it
to pay I mean 3 people died and I ain't got a fuckin' quarter But if my plans go right they'll be fo dead by tomorrow But my heart feels no sorrow, he
voices say, you'll go right on circling Until you've found some kind of friend Well, I saw you through the laughter and the noise You were talking with the soldiers
red His raiment was a scarlet purple robe In the common judgment hall he was mocked and scorned by all And a tear of sorrow fell upon His cheek Soldiers
statues Tin soldiers that march in our parks Wrapped in yellowed newsprint On their benches in the dark Their faces filled with sadness Sorrow drawn
