No one's born to be a warrior No one born an average man We made one or the other And we try to understand Try to understand
He will long for the feelings Standing strong with his brothers Before the enemy He will miss the quiet pride Of his men at his side As he leads them into victory
He can wash the warpaint off his face And learn to love a bitter broken place But nothing quite compares to the taste He can't replace it, no, no, no
No one's born to be a warrior No one born an average man We made one or the other And we try to understand Try to understand
The pain takes a backseat For a cause, with no applause From his country No service leaves him lessor When he loses his suppressor And the pain that comes is deafening
He can wash the warpaint off his face And learn to love a bitter broken place
No one's born to be a warrior No one born an average man We made one or the other And we try to understand Try to understand
We're all born in hospitals from different states To moms and dads who work and pray That we'll be saved, amazing grace The chosen few get shipped away For one more mile and one more day To harvest souls and bear the weight And reap the tax that must be paid
(Warrior, warrior, warrior)
No one's born to be a warrior No one bo rn an average man We made one or the other And we try to understand Try to understand
Warrior, warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior, warriorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
