Photograph 歌词

A lonely soldier Wakes up at dawn His mind is weary His conscience is torn He feeds his ego with love That he keeps in a photograph Of his family, back at home Afraid but ready To answer the call The endless waiting For the curtain to fall And in the distance he hears The cry of the enemy That he can't see, but fears A target waits At the end of a gun A face of terror With nowhere to run He's someone's father or son Clutching a photograph Of his family, back at home So where would we be If the tables were turned We've so much to offer Yet so much to learn Should freedom be something we earn Framed in a photograph?