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?