wild eyes and brave heart
has anyone ever told you
how young you are, child
little soldier, so afraid
the tremble in your lip
strength of your salute
don't die too young
my reluctant hero
wings of freedom
wings of an angel
is there a difference
when your comrades lie still
heart pounds, legs ache
how can you win
when you're outnumbered
when they're catching up
hold still, little hero;
you're losing this fight