A cry of pain comes from the soul, for the young warriors of today, Have to survive in a scene of chaos and for their stand they get locked away One by one, I see them go, their crime defeating the foe
Chorus: A cry of anguish and a cry of pain, as their youth gets stolen away But I know they’ll return again, and this time they’ll see their day
Stood and fought the way they know Betrayed by the cowards who ran from the foe Then turned in to the state, by so called friends When will it stop, where will it end?
Chorus
Young men or women, no-ones safe, the young warrior becomes the enemy Turned over to darknesses wrath Betrayed by people who say that we’re free But I know they’ll return again, forged on an anvil, and turned to men.