On my eighteenth birthday, I got a letter in the mail.
It was fancy and distinctive and I wondered what it entailed.
It was my registration to be drafted into war.
That letter got me thinkin' of the soldiers that fought before.
I'm only just a young man, a future laid in dreams.
My life is just beginning or that is what it seems.
My wings are barely open, I haven't begun to soar.
But at least there is no conflict, like the soldiers that fought before.
Their memory is around us and their footsteps haven't gone
from the ground that is beneath us and the light that brings the dawn.

More than thirty years ago, some students, just like me.
Offered up their futures, so others could be free.
They had dreams and passions which they decided to set aside
And they fought like strong, young lions and upon the land they died.
Their memory is around us and their footsteps haven't gone
from the ground that is beneath us and the light that brings the dawn.
My personal experience won't lend a helping hand.
I've never been a soldier; never bled upon the land.
I hope this song means something and I hope it's not clichéd.
Just think of it as honor from a student of today.
Their memory is around us and their footsteps haven't gone
from the ground that is beneath us and the light that brings the dawn.

I hope this song means something and I hope it's not clichéd.
Just think of it as honor from a student of today.