There is a war inside my heart
Within which no soul can part
With the general constant scorn
The poor soldiers tired and worn
Always seeking for the best
Though the soldiers will protest
Seeking love the general tries
The soldiers won’t hear her cries
Feeling hate she passed away
Now the soldiers sure will pay
Within which no soul can part
With the general constant scorn
The poor soldiers tired and worn
Always seeking for the best
Though the soldiers will protest
Seeking love the general tries
The soldiers won’t hear her cries
Feeling hate she passed away
Now the soldiers sure will pay
