Soldiers live. And wonder why.
Clatter and clash, the dice of fate.
Wake, o Brothers! Born to die.
Dawn arises, the sacred lie.
Twilight lands with awful weight.
Soldiers live. And wonder why.
Promise beckons in youthful eye.
Wisdom comes with later date.
Wake, o Brothers! Born to die.
The call is heard—to answer, fly!
Meet the need when need is great.
Soldiers live. And wonder why.
Duty’s done; but needs still lie
Unfulfilled, the hour late.
Wake, o Brothers! Born to die.
Strike the camp, pass on by.
Honor calls; we shall not wait.
Soldiers live. And wonder why.
Wake, o Brothers! Born to die.
Stacey