With our faces strong as stones
You think our hearts are twins
With our shoes hard as rock
You think our souls are steel
But your holy self
Dares not practice our righteousness
When we carry guns
With our lives at the handle
Just because of an oath we made
Which we have to keep
Your holy self
Dares not practice our righteousness
When your friend dies right by your side
Faced with ceaseless death running races in the air
And you risk your life to save his corpse
Just to give him a befitting burial
And you try to survive just to get to his family
And pay him the last respect
Your holy self
Dares not practice our righteousness
For “with death do us part”
We say to that gun indirectly
As we carry it to march to our death
Yet we keep that promise even in death
But your marriage needs to break up just because of a yell
So before you call a soilder a bully
You should ask yourself truly
Are you willing to put on that uniform
Like he does
Even though he knows death roams around it
Ask your holy self
Can you keep promises
Like he’s doing
Even when the world turns upside down
Ask your holy self
Are you as holy as he
Who faces death
So you can sleep peacefully?