Hogan:
I
flew my aeroplane for years
and
thought, that it was right
I
didn´t think of al the tears
the
people I bombed had cried
I
was willing to die
for
the things I believed
but
to bomb and to fly
was
all I achieved
when
I was finally caught
to
this camp I was brought
and
as soon as I arrived in here
I
could see that the coast was clear
now
months have gone
much
work has been done
everybody
is willing to fight
there
is no more time, for fright
but
when I look out over this land
I
still have to think of my crew
I
don´t know where they are and
the
thought they might died, is rising anew
they
used to call me Papa Bear
but
am I worth that name
my
Baby Bears are elsewhere
and
maybe out of game
In this very camp we built
an organisation never seen
I sometimes feel a sense of guilt
when I know the dangers in which we´ve been
the
five of us still hold the fight
as
best as we can try
but
sometimes I can feel their fright
is
it yet our turn to die?