Praise be to the soldier as he gets up from his bed
Rolling right over on his one leg
Went to war meaning no harm
He left fighting for freedom but came back with one arm

Praise be to the soldier who cries in the night
Waking up from a dream of fellow comrades who died in the fight
When morning comes the dew on the ground
Shuffles like ashes the sky has let down

Praise be to the soldier who hoist up the flag
But now his poor belly is bloodied with rags
So staunchly they fought for freedom to win
As we ask ourselves why this fight ever begin

Praise to the soldiers who respects the commander and chief
Whatever decisions he makes it comes from his knees
For he knows that our homeland is one to be saved
And for other politicians this road he has paved

Praise be to the soldiers that never came home
But who’s loved ones and us patriots in our prayers do moan
For we have been left here when all is said and done
Safe and comforted because of those run
Praise be to the soldier who at attention they stand
With a proudness of life that all would demand
And their eyes with a look that compels everyone
And a stubbornness of a soldier that has just won

Praise be to the soldier who is far away from his home
Buried in soil that is not his own
With good deeds they’ve done and thanks coming from afar
These soldiers that we know now becomes a distant star

Praise is to the soldier who has come just to win
Has spread lots of joy and lost a few friends
These soldiers I dare say that would do it again
Because they love a country and its people and has shown it in
The End