He wasn't a warrior, oh no, he was only a soldier

He had no illusions, no delusions of what he was fighting for

Just a grim unspoken wish to stay alive

His only ambition was doing the job they had given him

He was a watcher of gates, keeping every dark evil from getting in

And vigilantly holding back the night

How do you know when the war is done?

How can you tell if you've prevailed or if the other side's won?

Where do you turn to learn the truth

Who can you trust to give you some incontravertable proof

Of the good you have done?

Out there in the darkness, past the lights and the wire that was no-man's land

There lay an angry dark evil, driven mad by a hate he'd never understand

But they'd never cross his little patch of sand

As he stood in the cold rain, he imagined that he was back home again

Surrounded by voices so familiar he knew every one of them

But he never heard the shot that pierced his brain

How do you know when the war is done?

How can you tell if you've prevailed or if the other side's won?

Where do you turn to learn the truth

Who can you trust to give you some incontravertable proof

Of the good you have done?