Man of the past, a veteran survivor
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Now old and feeling out of place
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His hands are frail, his body scarred
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Wrinkles cover his face
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He gave his body, he gave his soul
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For his land, his family, his home
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He lost it all and not many seem to care
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That he faces the world all alone
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Sub-Chorus:
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His body is old, tired, and worn
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His old wounds are starting to ail
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The once strong and mighty soldier
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Feels his life is slipping away
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The winners of the war wrote the history books
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The noble and the brave they condemned
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It wasn't hard for them to villify the truth
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When they stood on the winning end
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Chorus:
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He's just an old man, he fought under command
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No one could realize the hell he's been through
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Stripped of his pension, robbed of his land
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Accused of crimes that he didn't do
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He fought with honor, he fought with valor
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Never questioned orders his commanders gave
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Now his kind is shunned and he doesn't understand
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Why his beloved land has turned its back on the brave
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He's haunted by images of hell
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He faced so many years ago
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Dreaming the images of his fallen comrades
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In graves so far away from home
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He sits in his room, keeps wondering why
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No one shows them any respect
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When so much sacrifice was paid in blood
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How could anyone forget?
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(Repeat Sub-Chorus)
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Now time is running out
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His generation is coming to an end
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He wants to leave his mark on society
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Any way that he can
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He feels no guilt, he feels no shame
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He just wants his voice to be heard
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To tell the truth about the past
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He wants to tell the world
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(Repeat Sub-Chorus)
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Alone
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| Bound For Glory |
