Soldiers March

(verses 1)
I walk the paths we used to roam, the woods, the fields, the stream 
Each memory, a stepping stone, within a waking dream 
I see your smile and every face, hear your voice in every song 
And long for the day you come home, where you truly belong 
They say that time will heal the pain 
And distance makes the heart grow fonder 
But everyday feels just the same 
A silent, aching wonder 
Oh, brother, are you watching the same moon hanging high 
Do you feel the miles between us when the cold wind whispers by 
Every star a tiny prayer, I send across the sea 
Come home safe, come home soon, back to family

(Chorus)
Glow wanes where passion once stood tall
A drugged haze dims the heedful call
Time steals what hearts dare try to bind
Soft whispers lost, a fractured mind
The void remains, no warmth to hold
A flame gone numb, forgotten gold
Yet echoes hum of yesteryears
Their shadows weep through tender tears

(Verse 2) 
Dust devils dance on desert plains, the sun a hammer in the sky 
Another day, the same refrains, of orders barked and reasons why 
A soldier stands, rifle in hand, his gaze fixed on the distant line 
But in his heart, a different land, where memories intertwine 
He sees a porch swing in the breeze, a child's laughter soft and clear 
Hears a whispered 'I love you, please,' a promise he holds ever dear 
The sun dips low, painting the sky, with hues of orange, red, and gold 
Another day has drifted by, another story yet to be told 
Of sacrifice and love so deep, a bond that distance can't erase 
While weary soldiers lie in sleep, dreaming of home, a familiar place 

(Chorus)
Glow wanes where passion once stood tall
A drugged haze dims the heedful call
Time steals what hearts dare try to bind
Soft whispers lost, a fractured mind
The void remains, no warmth to hold
A flame gone numb, forgotten gold
Yet echoes hum of yesteryears
Their shadows weep through tender tears

(Pre-outro) 
Beneath skies bruised, steel hearts tread
Earth drinks red where silence once bled 
Boots drum dusk, shadows clutch breath
Honor bends, weighed down by death

(Outro) 
Bloodied hands grasp fleeting grace
Memory dwells in each hollow space
Fields whisper names lost in fight 
Souls march on, swallowed by night

Country rock, female and male vocals