Hi mum, it's me, your boy soldier
In this God forsaken land,
Nothing but my guns strapped to my back
And my life in my hands.
Mum seriously, I see things no son should ever see,
Rivers running blood red straight into the sea.
I'm homesick, but I promise, I won't come back,
Laid in a worthless box, draped in a priceless flag.
I love you, I miss you, but try to understand,
I'm lost and I'm forgotten in no-man's land.
I see burning towns and windows shake.
I see soldiers in the crowd self detonate.
I see violence and silence perpetuate,
A military armed with nothing but hate.
Hi mum, it's me, I'm done.
This is the message you won't receive.
I'm six foot under, dead as nails in desert sands I believe.
No cross from a grave, no words from a priest,
Just me, zipped up in a bag with the other casualties.
As luck would have it I bought the bullet in the back of a truck.
My whole life flashed when my soul violently shook.
Was it all just a waste? Mum what was it all for?
Can someone please explain why I just died in this war?
I see white dove feathers on a barbed wire fence.
Forgiveness: the true art of self-defence.
The soldiers of tomorrow from the very amount,
The armies of salvation as a forewind sound.
...
Mum you wont believe this, I'm back again!
But not like a memory I'm here alive in my own skin.
We've woken, broken from the clutches of death,
Running, summoned from the grave by the living breath.
Fire in our eyes, truth in our hands,
Our heads are held high, marching these shadow lands.
Everything's different now, it's all so brand new.
No more fear, we boldly stand and fight for the truth.
Love, is a medal worn deep in our hearts!
Hope, is a bullet shot right through the dark!
Our prayers fall like bombs! This army heals wounds!
Earth kisses heaven like a bride to a groom.
In this war daddies come home, no children die.
The tears of mothers are wiped from weary eyes.
The war is worth fighting for, the dead do survive.
This underground army is marching alive!
We see, open graves and the breath of hope.
We sing, the freedom song from the giant's throat.
The clenched fist open to the * hands.
The kingdom of God in no-man's land.
We see the kingdom of God in no-man's land.
I see a * generation rising up,
Fearless, shameless, bones align,
Speaking truth to every giant that would
Set itself up against the knowledge of Christ.
We're finding our voice and silencing yours,
The battle is a roared.
Every valley will be raised up and the mountains laid low,
But we know how this story ends.
We speak life and love and peace and purity
And joy to every broken heart and burning soul.
We turn our backs on our old ways,
This is a new day, a new song,
A new passion, a new fire in our heart.
To bring heaven to earth and rescue our souls,
Jesus will get the praise he deserves in this generation.