Last Soldier Standing

We fell asleep while someone was losing their fight
We placed our security in each other's backs
In despite of scars, it was only what we could do
What for a whole life we've been accustomed to

When you write home, I wonder what you remember
The crusade in july or the family warm in december
But your blood in battle field makes you happier
Than someday we ever will

Here we're all fighting afterall
We're all clinged to our own wars
We're all looking for inner stand-in
Until the last soldier standing

This is a battle field you can't get out alive