Well, I swore when I was still quite young "I won't march in line or carry a gun The Warrior's Son though I may be A warrior I will never be" Oh, Father can you never see What they've done to you you've done to me? Since on my two legs I could stand I've been as one of your command I'm the Warrior's Son born and bred And for this land I've fought and bled Though I've never worn a uniform I've had to give my all since I was born They took you away and trained you well Then sent you off to face the hell You returned a violent man Cold of heart with an iron hand Oh, Father can you never see What they've done to you you've done to me? The war inside you rages on You wage it with your Warrior's Son And time washes away A sea of blood and pain The blinding fear will fade To let you love again Your duty sworn your duty done Now you must lay down your gun And reconcile with your family And regain your humanity Oh, Father you risked everything For you flesh and blood and your country And after all was said and done I'm proud to be the Warrior's Son